This time tomorrow*
No one ever knows what is around the bend
Could it be a new beginning or the possibility of the end
Searching for answers in always to look
Making a straight line from a crook
Seeking in what is not there from the start
Breaking away from oneness and pulled apart
What does one do when they cannot find?
With this known it is not of their mind
Stumbling then through life knot knowing
Choosing other things in where they are going
So they become blind filled with many sorrows
And still they are here this time tomorrow
Dom*Colucci © 2020
