I say tomorrow is a new beginning,

as today was one as well.

But the minutes have faded into hours

and I make excuses that in the morning things will be different.

I try, I do.

Yet every day it begins again.

And so I say that tomorrow will be different

because I believe so, I do.

But today I’ve written this poem,

that must be worth something to you

Because at least I’ve tried

to show that I feel the same way too.