Tomorrow is the time we dream about,
strands of hope flicker beyond reality.
Each step brings us closer to happiness,
as journey meanders through our minds,
trails of sunbeams leading somewhere.
Magical is the blue horizon seen afar,
distance changes with the setting sun.
Midnight drawns a new tomorrow,
gentle winds beckon to us once more,
whispering come hither to another day.
So alluring yet elusive it escapes us,
it is there a child's wisdom looms.
Captured in another moment in time,
relentless in pursuit filled with hope,
our dreams cast out unto the wind.
Unfounded wants beyond the horizon,
postpones our dreams coming true.
An eternity of tomorrows await there,
guiding light of faith sees us through,
as we dream beyond our tomorrows.
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