Tomorrow

Specks of sun,

They’re in my eyes

I’ve been told I talk in my dreams

Maybe it’s where we freely speak

Letters of strange conjuctions

Fall from the mouth like ripened apples

Ready to eat, you feel audacious

Less like you did, it’s in the hours

Tomorrow brings accountability

To you, to me

I’ve been trying to figure out

What I saw, made me thaw

You caught me by surprise

Maybe it’s when we finally sleep

Letters in strange conjunctions

They’re streaming out like muddy waters

Quenching your thirst, you feel it tower

Less like you did; it’s in the hours

Tomorrow brings accountability

To you, to me