From: Zippo@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Days
Date: Tue Aug  9 23:10:14 1994

The days drift endlessly by.
As I await the chance to fly.
The sun beats down on me brightly,
While I dream nightly.

Tomorrow will be the day.
Or so they say.

The pain of another wasted chance,
All I want is just one glance
Of the beautiful landscape.
I wonder will I ever escape?

Tomorrow will be the day.
Or so they say.

I know better.


Zippo