Tomorrow

Tomorrow leave your job,

And come with me to Hawaii,

Do carry a small bag,

But leave it on the luggage belt,

For it has destinations to arrive.

Leave your jet black hair open,

Let your curls dance on the rhythm of the gilded shore,

And set the birds on your shirt free for once and all.

I promise,

Tomorrow you will find yourself,

In between that orange sunrise and that navy moonset.

But this tomorrow has a due date which expires soon,

So hasten,

Leave,

Set yourself free,

For you too,

Have destinations to arrive.