Tomorrow
Tomorrow
What will tomorrows light hold ?
What will be the stories told ?,
about us – the creators of tomorrows Dreams,
the life we have created - a new means,
that carries into tomorrow – what we will not see
of all they, from us, could ever be.
Can all that is caught by dream catchers, intricate, webs
be set free, fly, high above all tomorrow’s flows and ebbs ?
Will it be ?, only rainbows that fill tomorrows skies
or storm clouds – thunder and lightening – that fill the eyes
of mankind’s world, in tomorrows that never come,
or will time, like quicksilver, slip through life’s sum
moments, through the fingers of mankind’s future ?
Will the future never know a positive structure ?,
or will the future only be seen in shades of grays,
shade that make up man’s view of tomorrows days ?
The hours for mankind are getting late
and one has to wonder ?, what time ate
that tomorrow it will certainly regurgitate,
and shower him with his created fate !
B. J. “A” 2
April 2nd 2004
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