tomorrow

 

 

I often feel like I’m wired wrong, as if someone decided to put my brain in backwards to look at everything in the wrong way and to maybe never be content with the answers I receive.

Sometimes I feel everything makes sense to everyone else but not to me

When everyone laughs at something and I slowly open my mouth and flash my teeth automatically and through habit most of the time. 

A nervous, desperate, annoying, laugh.

Everyone chit chats and shows off about themselves to get by as if nothing is real in the world

Everyone’s the world’s most gifted actor

Puppets dancing a long

Dangling down with their painted on smiles and their perfectly stitched suits

Cautious not to have a spec on them.

 

I get bitter, I get resentful, I get the feeling no one is unique including me

And no one ever says what they mean or means what they say

All false

All lies to get by

 

I see myself do it too, day by day

‘Hey, you alright?’ Passes my lips faster than my brain has worked out why I’m saying it or who I’m even saying it to.

Everyone muddles a long searching for something they will never find in the hope it’s just around the corner

Patience, patience is key.

 

Is it? What if it’s not what if we just accept the present?

What if we didn’t have this false hope?

Nothing would get done I suppose, I still wonder though.

I wonder if anyone really cares about what’s coming up, what they’re going to do tomorrow, what there going to do in 5 years, or even when someone says something offensive or does something unexpected

Or is it just about the attention they receive from the act, the claim, the plan?

The reaction from others and not from you.

 

So I guess I’ll paint on my smile tomorrow

I’ll chuckle at the thoughts of yesterday

Silly, silly little thoughts

Because if I don’t then tomorrow would not last long.