The sun sets and I think to myself
That tomorrow will be the day
The day I make my life right
The day I stop running, stop hiding
Stop lying
The day I start living
But then the sun rises
And I fall into the same patterns
My tomorrow turns into today
My today turns into yesterday
And the lies are still coming
I’m still running, still hiding
The sun sets, and I think tomorrow-
Will tomorrow be the day?
JSM
‘07
