Let The Days Pass

tomorrow never dims

The dread of tomorrow rushes in
like a mad dash of my day's potential
All I could've been and so much more
Another day to waste more time

Still, tonight I'll do my best
to relieve the weight I carried with me
I stood just as tall at least, maybe
could have spoken up more frequently
but there are certainly worse things to be

Then morning arrives much too soon
more of the same, along with the chance
for something entirely new
There are doors to open, boxes to move
lacking clues of what's inside or what is through

Maybe tomorrow is proof of life
outside my mind, and to remind
that after tomorrow I'll still have time
I'll let it pass, the day will remain bright                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Thanks for taking the time to read my work. It means a lot. Till next time. :)
(P.S. Apologies for my absence; June wasn’t what I hoped it would be.)