As for work, without it, without painstaking work, any writer or artist definitely remains a dilettante; there’s no point in waiting for so-called blissful moments, for inspiration; if it comes, so much the better–but you keep working anyway ~ Ivan Turgenev
Tomorrow –
How scared of you I’ve become
You brought forth so much in ideals
But nothing gained in reality
Tomorrow –
I have dreams to accomplish
Things I wish to do
Oh Tomorrow –
How beautiful you were
How seductive you were
I was ready to sacrifice this moment
for you.
But I must do better –
You know it too.
I’ve always loved you.
I repeated to myself :
I shall focus on it Tomorrow
I shall start over Tomorrow
How seductive you truly were.
No wonder I gained nothing
From you
No wonder I’ve grown to be
Afraid of you.
Thank you for your time today! I hope the poem was to your liking.
Till Next Time
Deo Volente
gkgaius
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