Reminiscing Tomorrow

I often find myself reminiscing tomorrow

A day full of ecstasy and empty of sorrow

Time is on my side, and it’s running out

Everything’s starting to feel better now

If you must bring me down to elevate yourself, so be it

But don’t cloud the fact that your life is catastrophic

I’m sailing across the ocean in a boat I built

With all the blood, sweat and tears I spilt

Reaching shore is the objective of my mission

Begin working, and stop wishing.

This is the only cure to the condition.

Say good-bye to false idols and contradiction.

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