Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling