Wanting for Tomorrow

As soon as we take
notice to reality,
we're filled with
dreams to the core.
Whether or not they
come true-
well, that's what
we live for.
We live to make
today count,
to push all the
wasted moments away.
We always hope for
tomorrow to come,
but tomorrow was
Then someday as we
sit and look over
our lives,
we'll decide what we're
proud of and
what we're not.
We'll be proud of how far
we've come,
and be proud of
those dreams
for which we fought.

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