| *September* I�m afraid of the future I can�t wait for tomorrow These mixed feelings are like torture And can only result in sorrow How can I plan my life on a foggy September? Who will I be kidding then? Certainly no my father As influence me he can September seems so far away Unreachable, undreamable I can�t wait for that day But this is understandable Cos no apprehension or pressure Could prevent me from reaching out to September All I want to feel is pleasure But not when I am in a state of slumber Next / Poems |