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Tomorrow


Dear Tomorrow,

 

It seems that I can’t ever catch up to you

You’re always ahead of me, coming in and fading out of view

Sometimes I look forward to meeting you, and other times I’m scared

You hold a world of opportunity in one hand, and the promise of death in the other

 

There are days where I wish to meet you,

To see where I go and what I become

There are other days where there is nothing I want more than to stay away

Because I know that when I meet you, I am one step closer to the inevitable end

 

How can you be so wonderful, yet frightening at the same time?

Many people look at you optimistically, thinking about all the good that will come,

While others dread you, knowing that when they meet you, it may be their last day

Personally, I see you as both

 

You lure me in with the sweet smell of opportunity,

The aroma of my dreams coming true tempt me into meeting you

But on the tail end of your scent, a hint of bitterness

Reminding me of the death that follows

 

Some people see you as just the  next day and others see you as the future in general

No matter what you are...

You are just an illusion

You are the product of hope and fear, created in the minds of all of us

 

Tomorrow is a safety net that people have if they mess up today

but tomorrow is all dependent on today

The actions from today will carry on tomorrow

Good or bad...

 

Tomorrow is for those who wait and watch what happens around them

Thinking that everything they do or don’t do today will have no consequence tomorrow

If we keep believing that the future will hold our dreams

We will never get to them because the present is where your dreams begin

 

Today is the time to start

Today is the day to plan your future

Today is the day to begin your dream

Today is the day you stop thinking about the future, and think about today

 

I may never meet you, but I’ve accepted the fact as it is

For now I focus on Today and I’ll worry about you… tomorrow

 

-Brandon Mai

 
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