Tomorrow is a forgotten escape.
Today is a hell.
Yesterday is lost, and you cannot win.
You feel as if, He, is out to get you.
If, He, exists at all.
Had, He, actually, consequently, survived you, would you, really be as troubled?
What would possibly make Him so cruel, so non-accepting-
So depressible.
Isn’t your hope resting in him-
Aren’t you, aren’t you winning your chances, just bidding your time-
When tomorrow is still an escape?
