Donna Grayson
Poetry and Lyrics

1974 to 1975
Sophmore Year - High School



I Called It Now

At times it oozes off
into oblivion
with its diadactic way
When the zenith is gone
in my thoughts it just won't stay
I called it "now"

At times it rides off
into the sunset
And I cry
at the fiasco it left
I'm looking for a remedy
Or is that selfishness ?
I called it "now"

Then at times it looks
so ordinary
I want to tear it apart
I know I was born with this
But I want to make a new start
I called it "now"

My felonies on happiness
Never had a metamorphosis
I'm never admired
Though always inspired
to change my lethargic way
Not to let it stay
But I don't know how
I'm stuck with now.

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