Some days feel so heavy and bleak,
A scented haze for the muddled and weak.
But what if tomorrow is all that I seek?
But, what if tomorrow is just another day in the week.
What if tomorrow I wake up and can fly?!
Or perhaps I will sit and watch stars shoot by.
But what if it rains from the skies up above?
What if it cleanses the hurt and leaves me just love.
But if tomorrow I fall, I trip or I lose?
But what if tomorrow just simply soothes?
Some days are heavy and bleak,
but tomorrow may hold all that you seek.
Karen Hayward ©2016