Song For Tomorrow by Mikey Witkowski
A mote of sadness drifts in front of your eyes
A scar on a face weathered by pride.
Lilting lazily, it teases out your fears,
Your regrets and dreams.
You hide away from the passing of time
Confined in a hole of dirt and grime.
Covering your face with blackened hands and teardrop fingers.
Hiding away from the glowing day and the golden future, you cling to the dead shrubs and ignore the blossoms and blooms of the world blessed by the sun’s bright rays
Embrace the rising of the sun and the setting of the day, the passing of mind’s time and dissolution of the night, step through the window of yesterday into the endless fields of tomorrow