Tomorrow
It consistently locomotes as trains, Awaited with eager anticipation. Perceived as verbose yet silent, Folks praise it with joy, an unseen celebration.
There it comes, there it goes... Unchanged in pace, And it's always another day After darkness cloaks its lens.
Now it's light, light upon darkness, in bight, Roaming the streets, Thriving in dreams and hopes that grow.
In cold, it comes, In warmth, it slides. In circles and circles of life, It determines the next tomorrow.
Tried to realize, it counts the days of life, Tried to figure out, but procrastination storms around, Sweeping out the joys of life, Leaving us in shadows where dreams rescind
Tomorrow is tomorrow, A realm of shifting sands and schedules, the tides of time, Committed hearts with their plans sublime.
While some are left in gloom, With choices gone, their stories untold. Tomorrow remains, a distant shore, Promising always, forevermore.
