if tomorrow may never come i will start today.

 There is some distance left for me to take, as to how I chose to have done it lies the question. am I too tired to run, too anxious to jog, and too afraid to walk, yet I must take it head on, I must cross the path to success so forward I must go, and whether I make it or not I can't know; only one thing is sure that is my road for tomorrow, my road to change and to create something new, something hopeful to look forward to, something fulfilling, but what is it? how I chose to take it lies on me yet which road I must take, and which wind is favourable. Too many questions arise yet I find no concrete answer so I lay awake amidst the darkness of my room with the window slightly open to glimpse scenes of this so wanted tomorrow. Is it only a dream or can tomorrow be this fulfilling, this eventful, why not today, why not this moment as I see my aim as straight as a shooting star, why not make the move and before I know it I'm free, as I taste the glory in the air I breathe I see no hope to wait until tomorrow as what if I can't see it happening, what if I lose this determination I so hopelessly muster from whatever motions I got left, whatever fuel I got in store. Even though I call for tomorrow I wish to start today, hence why I see no point in it happening if not now, if not at this current moment where I lie awake waiting for the winds of fortune to cross my path, then to final glory and true freedom, but what if it is only a lie created by my own hopeless mind that is waiting for something to ignite this dim light within me. the morning I'm longing for, at least then I would have made something of myself, something bigger than my downfall, something that can brighten my darkest nights, something so meaningful I hold no meaning to, something only death can keep it from unleashing my true potential, yet again what if it is only a dream, and what a dream it would be if it happens so suddenly, that I see it a dream no more, and I see life from it be. that eventful tomorrow can wait it is today I'm so waiting for to see what hopes and dreams can come from me, and I truly know that something fulfilling came from me. no point in declaring what is right, what to happen to get my affairs in order, there is no right or wrong only to see hope from what was an abyss of worry that haunts, to see it bloom, to see it bear something so fruitful it makes the heart pound, something so joyful it makes the mind flow so aimlessly among its peer, something waiting, something near, something I can call mine. at last, at last I find something hiding beneath the mask, shadows of my being where devilish thoughts go, or is it only so that I deem it from the devil, not something natural only a human does, why not something of joy and happiness not something of gloom and fear, what is it this long-awaited moment where I see it clear, as something that needs to be here, something so powerful it makes the mind question which of us in control, which of us can see some hope and why hope is not free no more. too many questions the mind can bear yet with no answer I can see no hope so until tomorrow, the only thing I can do for me is to wait mindlessly for whatever tomorrow may be.