Chin up in expectation
Eyes longing to behold
Thirsty of the evidence of things yet to be seen
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine
Or the rain will fall and wash away these hopes
Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel
or this light is just sign
and this tunnel is just is an allusion
maybe better tomorrow will come knocking at my door
but till then
I will die with the moon
And will find rest in my wall of hallucination,
get lost in dreamland and become a prisoner of my imagination
maybe reality will come running to my rescue,
and save my soul from my own captive
and when I rise with the sun, tomorrow will be my guests.