Tomorrows seem endless
Rife with possibilities
But only on the nights before.
The actual morrow
Breaks the illusion
My hopes and dreams
Disappear and go ‘poof’.
I panic, panic
And panic some more
At the end of the day
My heavy heart goes ‘woof’.
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