By Dillon McDuffie Staff Writer
Dear tomorrow, it’s me
Just a small-town kid struggling, and unable to foresee
The consequences of today that have been left out there for me
I try to forget, and I try to move on
Yet I still fall to the same routine, morning dusk to evening dawn
I wander through the night, just staring at the stars
Dreaming of the day when I’ll know just who you are
A day, I question, if I will ever find
For every time I’m almost there, you say you’re out of time
Dear tomorrow, it’s me
I’ve heard tall tales about the place they call tomorrow
A place filled with joy, hope, and very little sorrow
A place that’s worth searching for, in every nook and cranny
For, for such a place to not exist would be awfully so uncanny
To plant the seeds of endless dreams to many around the globe
An honest place it truly takes, this I surely know
Dear tomorrow, it’s me
I’m back again for one last time, just so you can see
How much I’ve learned about a hopeful place that’s still unknown to me
You can not spend all your days just hoping for the answers
For life is not an easy road
It’s a wire to walk and a journey to take
Its left up to you to see what you can make
Then and only, will you be able to see
that enjoying Today will set you free
Dear Tomorrow, sincerely me
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