Tommorrow

Tomorrow

          The amazement that I had

of everlasting wonder,not knowing about tommorow

and remembering yesterday.

The curiosity in my head 

not knowing of tomorrow ,what taste of life

had I not tasted yet,

that does not taste like yesterday?

 

What does this world know of tomorrow?

Coming over the sunset,

it brings me fear

and a little sorrow;remembering what was yesterday.

So I dance for tomorrow 

and for the time past now

for a strange thrill has washed me over

and Ive forgotten yesterday.

                                  

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