Sometimes I wish I knew the happenings
of tomorrow,
who I'd meet and what it is I'd say.
Draw it on a map for another day.
Will life happen that or this way?
Yesterday I just wanted to shout,
have someone hear what I have to say.
Just for one day.
What will I do when tomorrow is unknow?
"C'est la vie", they all say,
"Just live for today".
So what is the future and what is the past?
Do we lose one to time and find the other at last?
Sometimes I wish I knew the future, what I'll do
and how the world will change.
Author notes
Just my thoughts whilst waiting for the bus the other day. Not completely related to anything, just needed to vent.
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Comments
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Sometimes I wonder as well, but at the end of the day, like I said on another poem earlier today, if we knew all the answers what would be the point of tomorrow, if we can second guess it?
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I agree. The poem just reflected my confusion at the time.
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