Do you know what it is that we see?
That we experience? That we such get to enjoy?
The no stability, as we build out own castles,
As we mold, make, and remake,
Of what tomorrow will be ourselves,
We trip and fall
We walk away, and come back
But, it is out of our control.
The pain, of seeing our dreams, drive away,
Fly, crawl, ride, away, from our hands,
Our eyes, our touch, our souls.
The pain, of making millions of memories,
When tomorrow, they will be the end of us.
Building, and building,
So that tomorrow,
We, ourselves, destroy it,
With no control, whatsoever.
Don’t say hello to tomorrow,
If yesterday will destroy it.
Don’t say Hello, when inevitably,
Tomorrow, it’ll always be Good bye.
Is this what you are teaching me,
Is this what you wanted me to learn,
Is this what I know consider as a gift,
Is this what others wished for,
Is this what they truly desire
As I long, to stand still, on the crashing ocean waves,
How I wish that tomorrow, would be yesterday’s dream,
But as I wake up, then fall asleep,
I remember it won’t ever play the wrong way.
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