Tomorrow will be today
before I even register yesterday
I'll be older, another count,
before I swallow youth
This small life will be the next
before I know I'm living
I won't know what I have
until suddenly I don't
Tomorrow will be today
just like every other day
Maybe I'll be someone new soon
though I don't think I know the present
Time runs like a river
sometimes it just takes a while
to steady the boat, right?
Today isn't tomorrow now
and the baby birds join
new flocks into the sky
venturing and flying to new heights
landing on all different branches
to settle, call home
with or without anyone else
Even if I'm stuck here,
I'm not, really, not at all
Because 17 will be 18 and
that new chapter may come with
celebration or tears
but I'll never know until
Tomorrow becomes today
and the boat travels
on and on,
new sights, new lives,
and
it's...
Terrifying.
Horrifying.
Anxiety-inducing.
Adventurous.
Hopeful.
Curious.
None and all
of the above
As next year becomes last year
I hope my eyes open,
and I keep seeing
everything
I hope my limbs heal
and I keep climbing
onwards
I hope my hands unclench
and I hold on
furthermore
As next year becomes a year ago
then some,
as I get older, plus another
as small life becomes bigger
as I change and shatter
time and time again
I hope I tolerate
tomorrow becoming today
What am I to do with myself
if I hate the one person
I spend the entirety of my life
with, no matter
how, why, and what I do?
Tomorrow is now today
and yesterday is just a memory
fond, but gone
Yesteryear and then some
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:07 PM UTC
Tomorrow will be today
before I even register yesterday
I'll be older, another count,
before I swallow youth
This small life will be the next
before I know I'm living
I won't know what I have
until suddenly I don't
Tomorrow will be today
just like every other day
Maybe I'll be someone new soon
though I don't think I know the present
Time runs like a river
sometimes it just takes a while
to steady the boat, right?
Today isn't tomorrow now
and the baby birds join
new flocks into the sky
venturing and flying to new heights
landing on all different branches
to settle, call home
with or without anyone else
Even if I'm stuck here,
I'm not, really, not at all
Because 17 will be 18 and
that new chapter may come with
celebration or tears
but I'll never know until
Tomorrow becomes today
and the boat travels
on and on,
new sights, new lives,
and
it's...
Terrifying.
Horrifying.
Anxiety-inducing.
Adventurous.
Hopeful.
Curious.
None and all
of the above
As next year becomes last year
I hope my eyes open,
and I keep seeing
everything
I hope my limbs heal
and I keep climbing
onwards
I hope my hands unclench
and I hold on
furthermore
As next year becomes a year ago
then some,
as I get older, plus another
as small life becomes bigger
as I change and shatter
time and time again
I hope I tolerate
tomorrow becoming today
What am I to do with myself
if I hate the one person
I spend the entirety of my life
with, no matter
how, why, and what I do?
Tomorrow is now today
and yesterday is just a memory
fond, but gone
Yesteryear and then some