So many expect; So many hope So many desire and dream, Tomorrow waits, slowly arrives- A ship of marvels agleam. “Everything will get better, all will be good Next morning will be perfectly fine; People will forget all their grudges, And lovely things are just waiting to be mine.” (Future chuckles) Tomorrow‘s not gonna be any better, love. It’ll be the same toil and tire Haters will hate, ventures will fail, And stakes shall soar ever higher Trudging through fabled, magical, wonderful tomorrow, You will groan, heave, cry, sigh, maybe even shatter ’Well, that was one horrible day,’ you will then think, ’But tomorrow, I know, will be “happily ever after”.’ PS. Great ideas strike at midnight. In a half-dazed state of consciousness, works like this one, I think, might be the catharsis of the subconscious, so I have taken care not to alter the contents of the first draft when I upload this poem.
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