Tomorrow (Poem)

Tomorrow Tomorrow
Later Later
Stop sitting around dreaming of better

Get off your fat asses and reach for the starz
Fuck money, Fuck stupid, Fuck flying to Mars

Fuck all your whys, and can’ts, and won’ts
And shoulda, coulda, didn’t dos

Fuck everything cuz you can’t break free from em
Fuck around
The joke’s on you

Who is promised tomorrow?
Who can wait for later?
Who sits on a dream when nothing gets better?

Who asks for a liar to tell us what’s true?
Who wears their chains like it’s a new shade of cool?

Tomorrow Tomorrow
You got it all wrong
Today is tomorrow
And yesterday is gone

Comments

  1. Nathan AM Smith says:

    Haha a mystical land indeed! Thanks for sharing!

    Liked by 1 person

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