Cameron Tayor

This is it

The world at present 
perpetually losing sleep 
Over sleep not yet lost 
Fear of future 
Coming at future pasts cost
Devolving, Divulging 
Every alternate reality felt 
Forgetting that we’re a 
slave to the present 
In front of gods totality,
Knelt.
Lost and floating.
While consistently gloating.
Filling the pool in which we drown.