Looking for..... Tomorrow.

I sat by my little red lamp,

thinking about tomorrow.

Tomorrow, with its large promise and its poor performance.

Often brings insecureness.

If only I know

how it is like.

I played the tarot cards,

to glance over tomorrow.

It said poor

for the first time,

fantastic

for the second time,

and so-so

for the third time.

What is the right answer?

I also set up instruments on the top of the mountain,

wishing it could deliver me to the next day.

I waited for 30mins, yet

nothing comes out,

not even a spark.

I sat by the window,

and look deep into the sky.

Does that blinking star mean anything?

Perhaps.

Always covered in a cloak,

tomorrow never reveal it real face

either in allure or in pain

till the right moment.

Guessing it's mind,

is a dangerous attempt.

For it is yet to be there.