Tomorrow I go, today I stay

Tomorrow I will leap and enter the fray.

Today I eat, preparing for the morrow

No time for happiness, anger, or sorrow.

One day I found myself in a dark room

With nothing but me, the floor and a broom.

This cold, hard floor was meant to be swept

I cleansed the place and then lay down and slept.

I awoke in an instant, yet many years passed

Why was I here? How long would this last?

This brings us to today, where I was eating my fill

I tried swallowing the broom, much like a pill.

There was nothing else in the room to eat,

so I smashed the broom to pieces, like pulverizing meat.

I choked down every last little shard

Swallowing wooden splinters proved to be hard.

The soft part of the broom wasn't quite as bad

But after I finished, I began to feel sad

As the broom was my friend, my only companion for years

And destroying it like that brought me to tears.

But I think it's about time that I leave this place

I'll be gone very soon, without leaving a trace.

Tomorrow is the day that I take my leave

And tonight for the death of my friend I will grieve.

After some sleep I'll just open that big door

Now I wonder why I never did that before.

Seriously, there's a huge door on the wall

Have I had an escape this whole time, after all?

Like a painter paints paintings, and a baker kneads dough

I'll discover the outside, when it's tomorrow.