I go to sleep every night,
Promising to make tomorrow better,
To do all that I want to
Better myself and my life,
And allow myself to be happy.


I wake up each morning,
Once again, making the same
Hollow promises as last night,
To make everything right tomorrow,
Each time failing to act on it.


Every afternoon following,
Leaves me drained,
Irritated and frustrated,
Begging and praying to the God,
I don’t seem to believe in anymore.

Every sip of my evening coffee,
Brings through my head,
Ideas to express myself,
To know my self and help,
Baseless promise with it.