Tomorrow

What is tomorrow to a man with no soul?

A river drying out in the sun

A long abandoned storefront where bankruptcy is sold

What is tomorrow to a child on Christmas Eve?

A promise of treasures untold

As the majesty of the day unfolds

Hurry up and wait

Slowly accelerate

Time is a hamster on a wheel

A viscosity you can feel

Round and round it goes

When it stops, no one knows

Perception sees the truth in lies

Whether time’s frozen or it flies

Indelibly fires dim and must be lit again

Broken hearts unwind and must be wound again

Lives are lost and must be found again

What is tomorrow?

A chance to be new again.

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