What if tomorrow
The sun didn't rise
The birds didn't sing
And the stars didn't shine?
What if you realized
That it was too late
To live your dreams
And to live out your fate?
What if the last thing
That you ever did
Was hide in the shadows
Of darkness within?
Tomorrow's not promised.
It may not arrive.
So why do we waste
The days we are alive?
Why do we wait?
And why don't we try
To live without limit,
To soar, to fly?
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
