They ask me of my inspirations,
yet, to many to be explained.
The air I breathe,
the colours I see,
are two out of many ways.

But if asked to choose one
I know what it'll be.
Yes, tomorrow is most inspiring to me.

Often underestimated,
not knowing it's only a dream away.
All ones worries,
all ones fears,
are now all vague.

Resemblance of a fresh start
to learn from the other day.
With new things to be taught
and obstacles to be faced.

And best of it all,
tomorrow can be shared.
Not only with family
but with everyone...everywhere.


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