Strolling into Tomorrow

The rough planes of yesterday,

Seem so soft now,

Surrounded by indecision,

I still feel at peace somehow.

Into a blissful abyss,

I guide my thoughts,

So far away from the sharpness of today,

They become lost.

I eat the breeze,

And drink in the warm,

Rays of forever’s sunlight

And dance with the storm.

Alas the roughness of today,

Will seem so soft tomorrow,

And I know I will feel at peace,

As my thoughts leave behind sorrow.

 

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