Poem by David Lindsay

Wednesday, March 26, 2014: Poem by my son David


Tomorrow Doesn't Live Here


I woke up just this morning
At the break of dawn
Waiting for TOMORROW
To come and sing it song


Until the truth it hit me
Square in the forehead
Tomorrow doesn't live here
Because tomorrow, it is dead


Tomorrow doesn't live here
Tomorrow, it is dead
In truth, it never existed
Just only in my head


It was only an illusion
I chased for far too long
A phantom dancing in the mist
That never sang a song
And while waiting for tomorrow


To come and sing to me
I lost the joy of being
I lost the joy of me