Spoken Word Poetry ( Completed )

Chapter 36: Tomorrow

We're waiting for tomorrow,
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ut tomorrow never comes,
Our last breath is right upon our heels,

Yet we still refuse to run,
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6 400 seconds,
And were in another day,

All slipping through our fingers,
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s we look the other way,
Days, weeks, months and years,

Are made up of right now,

A string of fleeting moments,

That we never can pin down,

We gaze into the future,

As through it's where we're meant to be,

Always planning for that day,

When we can say that were happy,

We spend so long looking forward,

That we may as well be blind,

Since we dont see until the very end,

All the things we've left behind,

Now i know it's just a theory,

But i think i've worked out how,

The only way to happiness,

Is to love what we have now.