Will tomorrow be easier?

With the world growing difficult with time.

And the stress amounting to a multistory tower.

I find myself to wonder, in my juvenile hope,

will tomorrow be a bit easier?

Perhaps,

perhaps not.

Unfortunate as it is, I am no future teller.

What lies ahead is a branch of what happens today.

Stressful or not, my future is mine

And it’s only good if I make it good.

So I must pack my sorrowful face

and move it to another place.

For tomorrow, relies on today.