Tomorrow Is Too Late
Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
Hold onto the moment and sketch the future
Backdrops must be moved for change
Leads and understudies pass by or fade
Wrest the quill from the bottle, seize your moment…
Inscribe your spirits voice on the parchment
Paint the portrait of classicism and of the didactic
Purify your finiteness in the cooling tarns of risk
Capture and grasp the blinding flash of excitement
Forever on times passage do all dreams disperse…
Discover within you the voice of each tomorrow
Rend its youthful divinity upon your scattered pages
Develop the undying fervor to discover all that is new
Explore all that you fear dwelling silent within your scope
Compose on high the muse your heart cries out for…
Never recognize the qualms to enact your fantasies
For the future will become more vivid in the lens of truth
Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
In each moment expired it draws ever closer to you
Enveloping even dreams before you can realize and react...
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