The Mystery of Tomorrow

THE MYSTERY OF TOMORROW I was born into a world where the sun was harsh, Our daily nutrient was simply rice sweet starch. A world where legends were kept in chains, A world of horror, agony and pain. Torment, horror, lawlessness and sorrow, where fight was not for today but tomorrow. I was born into a world where we couldn't speak, Our daily alarm was innocent blood spill. A world where prisoners had no sin, Just thrown into jail by someone unseen. Torment, horror, lawlessness and sorrow, Where fight was not for today but tomorrow. I wondered each passing day, ''Today was once tomorrow. Still sleeping daily in sorrow, When will an end come to tomorrow?