1000 1500 poetnari

Tomorrow has his hands held behind his back,

I don’t know what he’s holding. 

Tomorrow likes to make vows to everyone, 

But Who’s he loyal to anyway? 

Tomorrow is a mystery,

Unless it’s his day of the week.

And can we talk about how Tomorrow never comes,

Especially when he’s the main event.

Tomorrow is beautiful because I see a you and me in it.

And Tomorrow is rewarding when I’m caught up in the present.

Tomorrow is a promise and a promise giver,

and that’s paradoxical to me.

Leave a Reply