Tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow.
The dancer placates her motions
and to move with the music in sequence.
Movements coincide to the melodies.
Weather parallel to the changing seasons.
The rains that move across the desert land.
Falling for now, but eventually absorbed by the golden sand.
As the sun sets in the West.
Its path across the azure sky
as indefinite as the lives of you and I.
Yesterday's grasp of
our heart's intended consequences.
Cease it from lingering in prospect
of a worse tomorrow.
Oh how it seemed so inviting.
Entice me with promises of things never changing
and your promises will be broken.
Things are ever changing with time.
A pattern as mysterious as tomorrow.
But as assured as the planets and stars aligned.
Everything set in motion, in motion, in motion.
Emotion surfaces from the depths from which it was cast.
Arising with retaliation to the viewpoints
with which they contrasted.
Ignorance begets the blinded, developing this superiority complex.
Ideologically driven by hate, you are the imprisoner and suspect.
Break free from these malevolent inner-confinements that hold you.
So beautiful is the thoughts and notions of
tomorrow, tomorrow.