the sun shows our promises of tomorrow
we all walk beneath it
knowing there is a tomorrow
because thats how our world works

theres a today
and then a tomorrow.
the usual.
it's not supposed to go

out   of   order

we're not supposed to be stuck in the past
wondering if there would ever be a tomorrow
for we can't seem to shake off the night in our body system
our insomnia riddled souls drown us deep into the
everlasting reminder that

there may not be a tomorrow.

beneath our closed eyelids
within our captured brains
all of our sunlit promises suddenly seem so
irrational.