My Tomorrow, A Function Of My Today.
As I thought of tomorrow.
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How's my tomorrow going to be?
As my today?
Or my yesterday.
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Lost in the wilderness
Of uncultured thoughts,
Tribulations and trials,
Life seems bitter.
Life seems cruel and wicked!
•••
The sight of the future seems blur and unexciting,
Of what use?
Yet, death wouldn't approach,
To end my trials.
Am confused!
•••
I thought of death,
Yes I did!
Until it crossed my heart,
That my tomorrow
Is a function of my today,
And my today
Is a function of yesterday.
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Then I decided,
To make my tomorrow brighter.
I picked myself up,
I Moved on!
I_am _Emmanuel.
©2017
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