The one who worry about today, can't live through tomorrow.

The view from the top wasn't as pretty as I had hoped.
I thought this as my wishful eyes took in the industry and machinery.
Glancing at smoke stacks and warehouses and roads that led from labor to profit.

It seems we've lost what matters most.
And It seems that we don't care.
I used to see this town as acres of green.
But time has warped the view into greed and gasoline.

My time here is slipping,
in roughly two years I'll be long gone.
At the rate that were going,
I wont want to come back.

But none of this matters as I walk these crowded halls.
None of this matters as I cheat on tests.
I just live for a tomorrow.
Never for a today.

A tomorrow with one less field,
A tomorrow with one more factory,
A tomorrow with a darker sky,
A tomorrow slightly worse than yesterday.

I cant control much,
But at least I can promise,
that I will be better tomorrow,
than I am today.

This Is how we save the world.

When he wakes, it ends his sound dreamscapes
Profound takes on the world around him
We're all walking through sorrow
& gasping for air as we drown in sin
Today is akin to tomorrow
So he hopes tomorrow doesn't follow
He just needs to borrow some love
So his head can stay above, when push comes to shove

My biggest form of shame
Is how often I give up on today
How soon I dread tomorrow
I feel guilt in my weakness

The present is a gift I can't open

I lay awake at night,
Talking to the ceiling,
As if it understands.
I look at it,
Waiting for Tomorrow.
“A new day of adventure!” I tell myself.
“A new day of acceptance...”
Will the sun show itself like a newborn fresh to the world?
Or, will it hide like someone who’s seen too much?
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Or does tomorrow ever come…