Tomorrow’s Dream

What do I want tomorrow

I ponder this riddle often

Pretending I control those plans

Reasons fly away like bats

Never upon straight moonbeams

Cascading upward, dust in breezes

Idling meanings with purposes

Proclaiming territory on receding tide

I can explain everything clearly

I have no knowledge of why or how

As this sun sinks to the netherworld

My eyes create what will be forward

When the clouds obscure my vision

I’ll repeat this over aftermorrow too

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