Look at me now!
Flipping off churches and spitting at stars around the moon
Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing
...
Maybe you'll come home soon
But even if you did, would I still be alive?
And now I've grown so distant
Even from the ground I stand on
Perfectly complete
Completely revolting
And I've had this feeling,
that If I met me on the streets
I'd want to kill and rob me
Nowadays I'm Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing
...
Maybe you'll come home soon
...
Yet I'm wondering, fearing, and dreading the possibility
...
Even if you did, would I still be alive?
Kyle Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nowadays-3/
