Tomorrow.
Over there would be the nicer place to be, yes.
Let me think. Somewhere else would be a better place,
Not here. If the weather is good of course and it's not raining
That's the place over there where I'd like to be tomorrow.
I might change my mind about the there I want to be
Where I would feel safe but loved,
Locked in the arms of someone who loved me and
We, naked, like two porpoises go flashing through the sea.
I'm tired of today and its loneliness and looking back
At yesterday to try to find the meaning of it all.
I need a fresh start. I need hope. My boat has holes in it
Where the water seeps in though I stuff the cracks.
Life so quickly begun ends and is itself a dream
Where we are all asleep but then awake
Enough to know that all we do is dream
Then tomorrow becomes today and we travel on
Like moles burrowing in the ground then coming up for air
Clutching the juicy worm that is tomorrow
We are there in the moment only to discover that it's today
But the worm tastes so so succulent and good.
Fools light the way to dusty death
Which tomorrow squats on our lives like a toad
Creeping in around the corners of desire
As the wind blows through the rafters.
Here is where I am, now is my tomorrow.