Maybe.
Tomorrow, you'll know me better.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, I'll know myself better.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll know each other better than ourselves.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll forget that we existed.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll get out of this endless maze.
Where everything just repeats itself. But, sometime, has its own plot twist. Though, it's never different. It's always similar.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll forget our problems.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, there'll be no trace of us.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll meet somewhere where we desire to be.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll learn that this is the best reality we can live.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll learn that we can make our bad reality into a good reality.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll learn to live.
Maybe.
Tomorrow will be the day when I come to an end.
Maybe.
Tomorrow will be everything we want it to be.
Maybe.
Tomorrow will be nothing we want it to be.
Maybe.
Tomorrow, we'll be not afraid of tomorrow.
So you wanna pause here?
Or should I continue with what tomorrow may be?
No? Yes? Maybe?
Tomorrow will bring forth anything you want.
Is that what you wanted me to say?
Okay then.
Tomorrow, we'll see our sugarcoated words turn into lies.
Leaving a bittersweet aftertaste.
So how many lies have you told to yourself or others of tomorrow?
Sugarcoated or bitter.
VOUS LISEZ
Another Myth
PoésieI thought I'd be vanished from this world. But it seems vanishing is very hard. Even harder than anyone can realize. Highest ranking: #68 in Poetry
