This time tomorrow*

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