Tomorrow

Vague narration, like a blurred picture, No words can fully interpret. Might be an unknown torment, Or a glass of fine liquor. A place yet known, or an answer yet heard, A time whether a promise, would be kept or broken. Where lines display, the setting sun, The night, or the dawn. A stage still with curtains, Never knowing what will appear. A window, with undrawn drapes, Will either show a smile, or a face full of tears. This can be redemption, salvation, or despair, A path that shows nowhere. Like a point a line would arrive, Where beings will once again breathe and strive. It is a land where everyone wants to be. Something unknown they will try to see. It is a reward depending on your Labor, A scale that would judge you, Or a fate that will be in your favor.