What happens tomorrow?
What happens when i see the pitch dark of wee hours,
watch it turn to a world that glows on the outside,
while inside, still subdued, still gloomy?
What happens when i watch another day crumble to nothing,
nothing but unkept promises, undreamt dreams and unattained goals?
What happens when i see yet another person fail me,
by keeping up with the jonases?
Everyday i try to perceive everyone i come across,
and while i figure out reasons for their absurdity,
corroborating why they went harebrained,
they have already declared me insane!
What happens when i sleep yet again with a heavier heart than today,
encircled in the thoughts about how i can make it all better,
only to realise that by doing so, i am but making it worse,
knowing for a fact that maybe better is a far cry?
But maybe, just maybe by a great mistake, better would knock on my door,
and maybe, just maybe all these todays would make it even better,
for as far and out of reach it is, better does live,
torpid, waiting for the day when I start believing in it.
What would happen then?