Tomorrow


The day is today,
Yet everything is always tomorrow.
"Mañana," they say, "sutra."
Everything always happens demain.
It's finally the time that you've been waiting for,
Then they say, "more, it'll happen āpōpō."
Why doesn't anything ever happen today?
Somehow it's always завтpа.
Zítra
Besok
Domani

Kesho
Amanhã

Willcox Elliott

VT

16 years old

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