A place where all of our todays become yesterdays.
Where we look back upon the things that were
Where we look back upon the things that were and long for things that will be.
What is it that holds our attention upon tomorrow?
Is it the hope of better things? Or the dread of continuing on into it?
Some will never see it, you know.
Others have dreamed of it, many times, fantasizing on things that will never be.
How quickly it arrives, unnoticed,
How quickly it arrives, unnoticed, often by even those that await it's dawning.
Days. Weeks. Months.
Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
And yet, even with all the tomorrows that have came and went,
We look for more.
Unaware of the progress that all our yesterday's have brought,
We look forward to tomorrow.
But what of our today?
But what of our today? This here.
But what of our today? This here. This now that we all share.
Has it no promise?
Has it no promise? No dream within it?
Why is it that only tomorrow holds our dreams?
Tomorrow is an empty place.
Tomorrow is an empty place. A true void filled only with "What if's" and "Maybes".
Where nothing can happen nor even be realized...
Until "tomorrow" becomes "today".