It’s coming…
It’s coming…
Oh how it will come
And it promises us
It promises us all freedom
Freedom that it cannot bring
How it promises to set us all free
Free from today’s burdens and worries
Regrets and pure sadness that yesterday’s tomorrow
Did bring… So perhaps
There is hope beyond all tomorrows
Where there is no woe of yesterday and there is no tomorrow to let us all down
Yet there is something none of us can grasp. It is called forever and it lives on and on and does not look
back nor forward.
It does not look forward to
Because there is nothing better that any tomorrow can bring.
It is.