Someday, worried one

You’ll find the light

Someday, wretched one

You’ll be on the other side

Through the swampy marsh

Over the land mines

Past the naysayers

Beyond any obstacle

Someday, somehow

You’ll rejoice, where the light resides


From what was a hushed night

We have now, morning

The silence remnants,

Still enveloping creek and corner

Soon it will have competition

When with sunrise, comes the bustle

And with the bustle, comes the hustle

The hustle, bringing forth a new chapter

The living are readying

To attack the day

Such zeal, such motivation

Pot scoops of such, invaluable

A brand new day

For the lonesome, the nurturers

For the caretakers, the peacemakers

Even more brilliant of a day, for a dreamer

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow never comes

Ideas and plans I had in my head,

I’ll do this I’ll do that, that’s what I said

So I waited and waited for tomorrow,

Sadly my tomorrow became a yesterday

And my plans and tactics took on a gray shade

They were history, belonging to the past, never assembled

Just because I relied on tomorrow.

You don’t know what tomorrow holds

Why not grab every opportunity you get, it’s okay to take the less travelled road

Tell that someone you love him or her because tomorrow might act out otherwise,

One thing tomorrow can’t do is to control you today

Act now and roll the dice come what may,

But don’t depend on tomorrow when you already have today.