Tomorrow doesn’t exist
The world deals with you like that,
It might deal with you like this.
We are light, we are air,
We are the cracks that through time we bear.
Who is seeing us?
Who is knowing us?
Who knows the circumstance that is surrounding us?
When you are imagining
that you are capable of all knowing.
That is just a way of self deceiving.
When in fact this world no one is rewarding
and even less now at the time of knowing
that: tomorrow doesn’t exist.
