A Series of Tomorrows
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Ah, the future
A symphony of what-if's and what-then's
It flurries around my mind on an endless loop
It comes closer and closer
Each event coming to pass,
Each event a thing of the past
Not even over before I've begun to doubt
And worry and shout
About the next tomorrow,
The next plunder
When will it all stop?
When will I reach a day where tomorrow is like second-hand waste
Unimportant, barely in mind
Because every time I think
That this is all a waste,
All a haze,
A cloudy ball that's only clear the next day,
It only heightens my haste.
I wish I could live today without worrying for tomorrow
But anymore
It's just not possible