ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: STRANDS OF TOMORROW (ft. emotions)

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From these delicate capillaries I write,

The story of my life

On a dwindle paper,

But it only contains current words

With no restless tomorrows.

I think for almost hours

But I can't write anything about the days to come,

Maybe because I know,

That future isn't like a dazzling sun

But it's an unlit waxing gibbous

Which shines none.

Tomorrow's presence is even now felt

And today's goodness melting a wax candle,

Which makes present beauty totally unfelt.

Tomorrow is as dark as the inky pen,

Which is full of miserable refill and spills only words of distress.

These papers now start to flap - softly gliding,

Telling me that yesterday will too fly away

So that only the present keeps striving.

I resolve, decide and obey,

That I'll live today.

And I shouldn't really destroy it

By thinking of the unwanting future,

So I push back the strands of tomorrow

From a restless face filled with lines of worry.

Existing, like there isn't a future that I need to follow,

Lastly there aren't any strands falling over

But I know they'll soon come the day after.