Tomorrow

Sometimes I don't know the reason why

I toss and turn in my sleep

I caress the grass

I think that work's fine

But the answer's not there

Not close enough to see

Not visible

Or am I blind?

Not audible

Or am I blocking it out

To pretend I have a life

Something I can care for

Other than others

Other than hurt feelings that sit by my side

And talk 

And moan

I wonder where it gets the power to talk back to me

To rhyme

To yell

To try to tell

Of the stories

Of the gore

I know all too well

Because never have I said never

And always have I known what is right

Because I read

Yes I read the handwriting on the wall

The colors of the sky

The reasons

Oh 

So many reasons

In cubic piles stacked high

When I talk I can't read

For I do one at a time

For fear of losing the rhythm, the rhyme

I dance to the beat

With a dress made of tears

And a tiara

So beautiful so lovingly laced

With thoughts about the people I should have kissed

The music I should have lived in 

But there are too many reasons ticked off on my skin

So I go back in time

Counting the colors of the sky

Wishing for reasons

But none being there

And so I dance

The dance of death

For tomorrow I love

And therefore I die.