Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I say
To myself
As I sit
In the one
Empty spot
On the floor
On my rug
And I gaze
With bewilder
At piles
And Towers
And pillars
of
Paper and
Pencils and
Pens and
Stories.
Journals and
Puzzles and
Needles and
Clothes.
Beads,
Dolls and
Tissues
And Jewelry
So many things
Are scattered about
My life is a maze
On the floor
Of my Room
And I crawl
Over Bed sheets
In need of a change
To a window
Whose white sill
Now grays
Under dust
I open the window
To a world
Out there
That is clean
And I breath
My tomorrow
Perhaps
I shall have
My tomorrow
Today
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