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Tomorrow

i dream about tomorrow, and where i will go.
i know it's away from here...
it has to be.
tomorrow is the day that i unlock these chains
that bind me to this bed of lies...
tomorrow is the day that i admit my shame,
and all my sins and walk away a different person.
i will wake up, and see me in the mirror,
but a different, more understanding, fortunate soul...

tomorrow is the day that i walk from these shadows that cover my light,
and suck up my air...

it is when i see the star brightly shining my road,
and i turn onto the path of open communication...
tomorrow they will unlock me,
and the memories will run in the opposite direction I do...
and I will run so fast, that my heart will be free of all the pain it has felt,
and it will love again...

promises of tomorrow have been coming for a long time,
too long in fact, and i am not sure if they are real,
or figmentations of my need to be free...
tomorrow is when I will face the demons,
and singe them with holy water...

but what if...

these promises of tomorrow never hold...
what if tomorrow ceases to come...
then i will trapped and forever unhappy,
and i will be chained to this bed of lies, and memories...

so for my sake,
i must maintain the idea that tomorrow is just a day away,
and that through hope and faith, it will come,
but i have never had much of these,

so i believe,

i am at a loss...





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