Tomorrow

 

What will tomorrows light hold ?

What will be the stories told ?,

 

about us – the creators of tomorrows Dreams,

the life we have created - a new means,

 

that carries into tomorrow – what we will not see

of all they, from us, could ever be.

 

Can all that is caught by dream catchers, intricate, webs

be set free, fly, high above all tomorrow’s flows and ebbs ?

 

Will it be ?, only rainbows that fill tomorrows skies

or storm clouds – thunder and lightening – that fill the eyes

 

of mankind’s world, in tomorrows that never come,

or will time, like quicksilver, slip through life’s sum

 

moments, through the fingers of mankind’s future ?

Will the future never know a positive structure ?,

 

or will the future only be seen in shades of grays,

shade that make up man’s view of tomorrows days ?

 

The hours for mankind are getting late

and one has to wonder ?, what time ate

 

that tomorrow it will certainly regurgitate,

and shower him with his created fate !

 

B. J. “A” 2

April 2^nd 2004