As the sun sets on today,
We think about tomorrow.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will there be sunshine and rain?
Will it be wonderful yet again?
Alas, we cannot look into the future,
To glance just once and to see,
The future of a new tomorrow,
In a golden halo for you to see.
Tomorrow is a great mystery,
That we must wait to unpack.
Tomorrow is a book unopened,
That we must wait to live and read.
Tomorrow is filled with possibilities,
That we must live through every second.
Tomorrow is the day of our future,
That we must drift into, to grow and mend.
As we wait for tomorrow to come,
We are filled with a million questions.
It was the same as yesterday,
When yesterday’s tomorrow,
Is now being lived by us today.
Tomorrow is a mystery in fog and mist,
Filled with life’s revelations and twists.
Tomorrow is today’s sweet mystery,
That we are waiting to be revealed.
If tomorrow’s answers we knew today,
We would be richer in every possible way.
That is not the melody that life will unveil,
It is our every day that will tell the tale.