I.
Tomorrow, I hope the sky turns green.
I hope the sea turns violet,
the fish to start flying and
the birds to start talking.
Tomorrow, I hope the trees erupt into symphony,
the clouds hanging above to lower
and throw the world into a foggy dreamscape,
the stars to twinkle between my fingers.
Tomorrow, I hope for the impossible.
I hope for the impossible,
not because I believe it will come true,
but I solely hope for these impossibles
because I know some possibles won’t come true.
I know that tomorrow, every table will not be filled with food and drink.
I know that tomorrow, every person will not find a warm bed at night.
I know that tomorrow, every mind will not have all happy thoughts.
I know that tomorrow will most likely be exactly the same as today.
So yes, I hope the trees start singing tomorrow,
but only because I do not want to get my hopes up
that the people of the world will finally come together,
finally put aside their issues and help each other.
II.
There is always a second part
—an epilogue, a sequel, an afternote—
and yet, is this one worth it?
I shall write the second part tomorrow,
because tomorrow, I hope I won’t need to.
Tomorrow, I hope the sky turns green.
I hope the sea turns violet,
the fish to start flying and
the birds to start talking.
Tomorrow, I hope the trees erupt into symphony,
the clouds hanging above to lower
and throw the world into a foggy dreamscape,
the stars to twinkle between my fingers.
Tomorrow, I hope for the impossible.
I hope for the impossible,
not because I believe it will come true,
but I solely hope for these impossibles
because I know some possibles won’t come true.
I know that tomorrow, every table will not be filled with food and drink.
I know that tomorrow, every person will not find a warm bed at night.
I know that tomorrow, every mind will not have all happy thoughts.
I know that tomorrow will most likely be exactly the same as today.
So yes, I hope the trees start singing tomorrow,
but only because I do not want to get my hopes up
that the people of the world will finally come together,
finally put aside their issues and help each other.
II.
There is always a second part
—an epilogue, a sequel, an afternote—
and yet, is this one worth it?
I shall write the second part tomorrow,
because tomorrow, I hope I won’t need to.
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