As I drags my feet towards tomorrow
I wonder what does It has in store for me
It's the human nature to fret of what they can't see
To lose their balls for things that are unseen
Men loves to belittle someone they hardly knows
Henceforth calling themselves mighty
Inexplicable,what they have become

As I gauge for tomorrow
I wonder what has I made with my yesterday
Have I spent it wisely?
The yesterday that lighted fools
has made what we are today
But i'm not a fool nor a wise boy
neither am I for I do not know what I have become
To say I'm above it all is utter bullshit
But to say I'm below it, is a blasphemy

I guess I have gone senile
I'm daunted of the shadows of tomorrow
Crying tears of remorse for yesterday
Nor I live in the moment
I'm a shadow
Of whom?
I hope I know

I long to blame this on someone
To put this on another soul
why must it be me?
Last time I checked with google
there was 6,692,030,277 souls on earth
I must be lucky
Look at the numbers,what are the odds?

God loves me,I guess
that's another way to look at it
But either way I look at it
I see the same old,boring perspective

A doctor can cure thousands of lives
But when he is sick
Who is out there to cure him?
I wonder

I hope with what tomorrow holds
Is not bleak nor cloudy
And for what tomorrow holds
I shall rammed at it with all my might
And hope I go through unscathed


truth be told,nobody knows
I might walk down the street tomorrow the next morning
and got bang by a car
WHAT HAPPY EVER AFTER ENDING...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................i guess...