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.
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