Tomorrow

I look upon today with joy.

What will come? What we’ll see? What is our destiny?

The morning sunshine,

As soft as feathers on a mother hen.

Time is lost, but I feel stuck.

What shall I do? What will occur? How will I feel?

Not knowing makes me scared, sorrow and spared,

That my fate has not reached me.

The past is still creeping up on my soul.

Should I? Or should I not? What is right and what is wrong?

It haunts me like the ocean’s words,

Telling me it’s okay.

The past is gone and I am free.

What does my future hold? Can I let go? Will I become someone?

I’ve been lifted off my bed of tears that I’ve slept on for a million years.

I can finally say goodbye,

Today, may not be ok,

By tomorrow is where I’ll stay...