Tommorow gets Better

OOOh! time is that past,
Say the future is now,
When the present mixes with the
past and what is future gets now
you lie in your own shadow
trying to convince yourself,
that tomorrow
maybe tomorrow will be better.

you fight
just to remain that light
or to embalm yourself
with that solitude that can self
you into those argosies
that slowly bedevil your nights
but tomorrow maybe
tomorrow gets better

the shodows of despair.
the shallows of fortitude,
the deserts of plenty,
the swamps of molest
declare your paths in solemn
sadness that maybe tomorrow
tomorrow gets better