Good Bad Morrow

Tomorrow is the day 

That I can borrow. 

Scenes pass by like the failed morrow. 

Often we yearn for the peace 

We've dreamt. 

This is the sole thing 

For which we livest. 

Sorrow is always here

From the seed of the dawns. 

Still encumbering with the fears

That the days have worn.

But the dreams are gone

In the rat race world.

And reminiscence of them takes its toll.

Obscure from the shores of sorrows,

We seek our best morrow.