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
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.