Rushed

“tomorrow, next week, sometime, maybe”
I’ll change my ways.
I’ll be free.
I’ll take a walk in my shoes.
Learn who I am.
Who is me.
Maybe.
But tomorrow I am busy.
Next week, who knows where I’ll be.
Sometime in the future.
I’ll make time.
You’ll see.

“tomorrow, next week, sometime, maybe”
I’ll do just what I say.
I haven’t had the time as of yet.
And I have no time today.
But Tomorrow holds a new sun rise
And I’ll add it to my list.
If I have the time
I’ll write tonight
The things I know I’ve missed.
So I remember.
If not tomorrow.
Next week.
I’ll have time then.
You’ll see.

“tomorrow, next week, sometime, maybe”
I know I said I would.
I thought a time would fall in place
Where it was easy that I could.
And I waited for the sun to rise
And then I watched it set
And every day the same surprise
Of sadness and regret.
That is hasn’t happened yet.

I know you don’t believe me.
But you’ll see.
“tomorrow, next week, sometime, maybe”