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When tomorrow comes I shall open my eyes to a brand new beautiful day.
And beside my bed will rest a small jar where my fears shall reside.
It's lid, tightly closed, holding it's evil contents secure.

And I shall glide.

My feet, now lifted with a new found confidence, will carry me towards the sounds of nature that call me from outside my sun - soaked room.

Music will be playing
Gently, and without chorus to remind me that I have time
So much time
Filling my pockets and drawers with time to spare
Kept safe for when I shall need it most. 
And I shall dine upon hope
It will taste of nectar and dance upon my tongue

When tomorrow comes my eyes will be bright and, my thoughts quick.
Concocting Memories I have yet to make, with skittish abandon 
I shall be free.
Free to think without halting or concern of consequence.
The sun will not set and the clouds will marshmallow with threads of gold.

Tonight I lie still
My eyes, aching to close but, held open with human brute force as I struggle to absorb
Everything
Nothing

As my drawers and pockets are set free I am reminded

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