Tomorrow

Sometimes, if you want it, you want it. Promises are made to be broken or made, or do you want it to fade? Relate it, unshield it; the pain~ All but one; afraid to open our paralis thoughts, again and again~ Shaken, mirrored, are in my reflections; my stomach in knots~ When the sun fades, I will soon see beyond tomorrow in all its plots~ Guilt trips; broken silences~ Where do I push? Where do I pull? Where do I feel the sorrow~ My head wonders, awaiting the drop; for yet another way to narrow~ Instinctual feelings await~ Power, illusion; I am addicted to its fusion. Which way do I turn~ How do I feel about this hope, this joy, this pain...again and again~ Cars traveling this way and that~ I suddenly catch my life traveling like another predictable chat; head-on onto this Wicked game we all play~ Although I could be wrong today; for abundance I will not borrow, and yet there's still yet~ Another tomorrow