that tomorrow is a mystery
too hard to talk about
too soon to contemplate
except in quiet moments when i am alone
and dream
of future things i keep in my heart
as the months draw to ends
and then beginnings all over again,
but always towards a moment
a point
too far off
today
yet still closer tomorrow
and soon tomorrow will be today
and it will be one step closer
my breath will catch for a little bit longer
as i hold my questions
my fears
my dreams,
so for now i have today
and i have to live in today
if i'm ever going to make it out sane
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