Tomorrow unseen, often unwanted.
Todays endeavors, too full of yesterday.
Years of wondering where time went,
lost in moments of how it was spent.
Captured feelings seem to erupt in the mind,
Fragmented injustices of an unrequited life.
Tomorrows hold promise, yet is promised to no one.
We live, love, laugh and unfortunately we succumb.
Where will tomorrow find you? Unafraid in your beliefs?
Or will it find you worried about the constant,
and how things ...YOU FEEL ... should be.
Tomorrow has a Master, holding our plans, individually.
Only he knows our tomorrow and what that day will bring.
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