the tomorrow you sought,
has it come to nought?
the promises you made,
assurances you borrowed, tomorrow to today and today to yesterday converted,
lofty thoughts to reality subverted.
I seek not to hurt nor to insult,
look at each day, smile and in reality exult.
but then ask me to meet you somewhere today,
so we can decide,
into which direction to take our ride.
14 September 2009 at 09:05