Tomorrow

By Hermionie Miranda

Tomorrow is the hidden happenings of the next day
It is the mystery of our daily lives
We know its coming, but it never comes
It never stays, it is always on the run
It is for tomorrow which we leave things undone today
It is for tomorrow, another chance, that we take a break
But as they say, tomorrow may be our last day
We never know its true colors, until it comes
But it comes and goes like stoplight signals
A day with a meaning that is different for all
Everyday, it is towards tomorrow that we fall