Can't drive. And, would be afraid that anywhere I showed up, I would be noticeably intoxicated. Why put myself in that situation?
Ah! But, yet tomorrow.
New life starting then.
Tomorrow.
By the grace of God.
Tomorrow.
Two hours and fifty minutes away.
Tomorrow.
So Friday turned into Saturday, which turned into Sunday
Only to be awoken by Monday
I waited and waited for tomorrow to come,
But somehow it never did.
My savior tomorrow,
Has left me with nothing but today.
I don't like today. Today is not a good day.
I am chained to a bottle today.
I can't do this today.
I cry and I struggle, I fight and I curse
What happened to tomorrow? Why am I left with today?
And then from nowhere, Or maybe per chance somewhere;
I get the answer.
I have a hundred times more power today than tomorrow,
A billion times more than yesterday
Dig deep, dig deep
And hold on to today
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