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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