I wish I knew what tomorrow holds,
where its secrets are stored
but to me the safe and door is locked
and the unknown of tomorrow still hidden.
Even if my plans are laid out
for the hours of the day that does follow
then nobody does gain from it
as tomorrow lies far
between sleep and arising.
Like a pearl in the deepest sea
not discovered but waiting
and I have got to dive deep into the unknown
before it opens like the lovely rose of daybreak
and still I do have the yearning
to meet tomorrow while being in today
as time waits for nobody (or so I hear)
but tomorrow lies hours away
while sleeps waits for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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