I fear that tomorrow may never come,
the stagnation and eventually entropy of the present,
and while I am aware that nothing lasts forever,
that does not guarantee change.
And even a guarantee of change
is not a promise of positivity,
for the future is like Schrodinger’s Christmas present:
we do not know it until it is unveiled.
To me, the waiting is the worst,
casting my eyes at the calendar
and asking in earnest every – single – day –
if tomorrow will be just like today.
Window-washin’ all day long
while whistling a cheery song,
and each and every graceful note
helps to keep my heart afloat
and reminds me to stay strong.
Sunshine
lights up my days
like a summer bonfire.
I pass the long hours sweating
until
the daylight begins to wane, and
I lay there shivering
under the pale
moonlight.