Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow

And so the curtains rise with
The sun;
Into a day of parading
Smiles, and tireless curtsies.

Pretty girls bow in a corner
While a woman shrieks in sorrow
Yet the anti hero
Rises through the umber
Reflecting on a time when
Tears had mattered.

Where does truth disappear?
Beneath the competition
Of it all.
When life teaches you
To fail
And man does not.

Come prepared
With all the
This exercise can buy.

Come prepared.

And let irony greet us
At the beginnings of immortality
When all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Come prepared.
And then we can talk.


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