TOMORROW

It’s vague
Like a thick fog that plagues
Even if tomorrow is near
I still can’t see clear
My sharp focus is nothing but an image that’s blur
“Mirror mirror on the wall”
I strain, but I don’t see anything at all
This paradox must be one hell of a kind
Because I am not blind
Nor have I been blindfolded
Nor has my sight been eroded
But I still can’t foresee
That which is in store and that which befalls me

It’s vague
Like a thick gloomy cloud that plagues
Like a mighty fog in its wake
Verily, I’m not daft
But I still have no idea
Truthfully, I’m quite smart
But my wisdom still don’t come near
Who knows tomorrow?
If you have the answer, can I borrow?
I’m utterly lost in oblivion, I don’t know my fate
Don’t know what the next moment will serve on my plate
My imagination is pitch black blank as a clean slate
Cos it’s very strange
How in a second, circumstances could change

It’s vague
The future is a veil
Yet they still delude us more with silly horoscopes
The future is the only thing you’ll never see in the barrels of telescopes
Nor crystal balls
Nor in the stars, calabashes and cowry shells
Should I ever listen to these fortune tellers?
So they could lie more than door mats and spin me like propellers?
Isn’t Time cunning?
Maybe that’s why soothsayers never see death coming
If they say ignorance is bliss
Then I leave this biz to the one who taught me how to write this
Only the inventor of time know it’s pathways
Let me put my trust in God always