I do not know what I will wake up to tomorrow.
I do not know what I will wake up to tomorrow. The world may have fallen into economic decline Or a point of war that will mar the collective soul. I do not know what I will wake up to tomorrow. Friends busy long enough that distance becomes the only thing shared And we share in bridging that gap before We return to strangers. I toss and turn on at night, like I’m digging in my own grave Hoping tomorrows choices give Way to something that lasts a Little longer, choices that make A more solid ground I toss and turn in my own Grave dancing and wrestling With my personal skeletons Till a rhythm is found and sleep Comes. I do not know what I will wake up to tomorrow, But the best decisions I can drum up and what comes after that.