Sweety-pie

a certain kind of pressure
clearly felt in my stomach
Is it the wine, is it the food?
Its the day of tomorrow
Its the next moment!
I light up another sigaret
inhale and exhale
The ballast slips of my shoulders
Nervous trembling feet
and a stif neck
The Day of Tomorrow has to be
useful and effective
To be faithful to ones plans
Leave to doubt about everything
Come....,Come...!
You're an adult now!
BUGGER!