Tomorrow

I feel like I could scream,

everything crammed in,

bottled up and clinging to my bones.

My flesh cringes

as it tries with all its might

to hold my body together.

Can you tell?

The world is spinning,

and things are changing;

moving forward faster every day.

People enter one day,

and are seemingly gone the next.

I wake and sleep in what feels like minutes,

spending the blur in between

running between this and that

and the other.

Someday this will all be gone,

behind me like my childhood.

It is this thought that

stops

the

clock.

My current everything

will be a blip in the past;

and I will be older,

hopefully wiser.

Some of my dreams will be reality,

others will have washed completely

down the pipes.

Questions of the now

will be answers of the past.

The people I see everyday

will be faces of my memory,

anecdotes I tell

like stories from a page.

Some I will remember,

others I will long have forgotten,

still others I will long to forget.

As the sun sets on today,

the moon rising ominous

in the dark night sky,

I sit and think;

what will come on

the horizon?