Tomorrow comes without cause… 

Yesterday I potted seeds that grew to no success. 

Tomorrow,

Tomorrow

And another tomorrow- if I am so lucky.

Creeps toward me bearing a syllable with much purpose, but bares no promise.

May I stay here, here wrapped in today? 

Where I’ve experienced an hour of excitement. 

Tomorrow, 

Tomorrow,

My tomorrow…

No promise can be made.

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