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Thoughts of Tomorrow
I’m sitting in a bedroom corner with all my windows shut,
picturing tomorrow as my dreadful memories begin to rot.
Am I a prisoner of a compound mind, a lost and tortured soul?
Playing with my head are thoughts that are digging up a hole.
They say I ought to stop living in an isolated world,
by slightly whispering to me, as bedtime stories of my mind unfold.
They say they’re there to prove that my biggest enemy is myself.
And while I try to stay strong, I ask God for His forgiveness and for help.
If I loose the key to my heart and soul, would You help me find it?
And if I lose the right path to darkness, will You help me fight it?
I know I can count on You, for that is why I’m still standing here.
Looking up to You, knowing that one day You’ll rinse away my fear.
I fear tomorrow, for yesterday seems like long lost miles away,
I fear that one day I’ll wake up only to realize that life has gone astray.
I fear that these thoughts of mine might rip apart my mind,
But most of all, I fear that You might take away another of my kind.
Someday. Somehow. I promise, I will learn to cope.
Sometime. Somewhere. I will lay out the best laid plans and hope.
I will hope that fate does not intervene and surprise me in any way.
For if it does, I don’t think I’ll have the strength to look forward to another day.
To You, I pray.
27/12/2006
Lily