TOMORROW’S TOO LATE

Tomorrow is too late.

ON THE ROCKS

I heard you wrestled with your heart again,

we’re dressing ourselves with armor tomorrow,

long-lost shieldless friend.

I heard your mind has gone astray again,

we’re placing the wheels back on their tracks tomorrow,

long-lost wayward friend.

I heard crickets on the sidelines again,

we’re listening to them speak in tongues tomorrow,

long-lost forgotten friend.

I heard you gathered gold on the streets again,

we’re melting it down for gifts tomorrow,

long-lost homeless friend.

I heard you caved and soaked in despair again,

we’re breaking all the bottles tomorrow,

long lost drunken friend.

I heard there were freedom blades running down your wrists again,

we’re dulling the edges tomorrow,

long-lost troubled friend.

I heard the sirens sound in the sea below again,

we’re shutting down the light houses tomorrow,

long-lost sea-bound friend.

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