Tomorrow

Tomorrow
I’ll meet you where the end of the road meets the sky,
and where habits are no longer a way of life,
yet as we drive I realize
they aren’t going by like the trees outside,
days are going by like a revolver
and there’s only so many bullets left.
So, we’ll pass the last road sign sometime Tomorrow,
that big uppercase Tomorrow,
we’ll pass it by with out really reading it
and finally catch the sky
without ever really meeting it.

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