Insight
Tomorrow
The renown procrastinator
Doth tomorrow ever do what it planned?
It talks like a preacher
Melodious words of great joy
Soothe your mind
But
Doth tomorrow ever do what it planned?
Never,
Never can it hold a promise
And that is why we cannot say about the future
For if tomorrow promised life
Why would we worry about tomorrow’s comings?
Why would we worry?
A mind like William Shakespeare
A poet indeed
For Shakespeare truly understands the meaning of tomorrow
Its raw essence
“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty place day by day” said he.
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