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Tomorrow Comes. When tomorrow comes, dressed in fairytale disguise - covering its nakedness in longing dreams of yesteryear; I will not bid it welcome. Nor will I gaze upon the treasure in its hearth, if overtaken by my woes and shadows past. I dare not live my days consumed by dreams once dreamed, by hopes left unattained or deeds so nobly sought. I dare not spend my yesterdays still dreaming them today. Nor lament over tasks fulfilled or not. Though yesterday was only lived in puzzled pieces left unmatched, I feed upon their rude remains and walk their truth today. Tomorrow waits in black and white its table set for me. Consuming life as I approach and leave my dreams to dream. |
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