I COULDN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT TOMORROW

  

Once upon a time I wanted to be somebody else,

And everyone assured me this was possible.

 

They said, “You can be whatever you want,

As long as you follow your dreams.”

 

So I shook up my dreams in a plastic bag,

Each on a separate piece of paper.

 

And every day I would close my eyes

And grope in my own dream lottery;

 

And every time I would fail, they would say,

“Tomorrow is another day, Scarlett.”

 

Come to think of it, they were all Calvinists—

Believers in double predestination.

 

They were the Chosen Ones, of course;

Not that they could do anything about it.

 

But the Damned don’t have much choice either,

Except to choose the Ultimate Failure:

 

To live in the Present, no matter what dreams

Blow down the street and get caught in fences.

 

So here I am in a dark wood, happy to be a lost soul,

Clueless about tomorrow, emptied of yesterdays.