Final Hurrah

Tomorrow has been waited on for years. Just one more distraction needs to be shed before I get be free enough to live it out. One more distraction, one more year, one more question about asking haven't I been working on that thing for awhile now? I know how it feels, I've held just as many questions and doubts close to me at night, wondering will it happen? I've walked through the grey days without any new breaths of inspiration to color me certain. I'm still walking, though. My head held happy and my doubts lost somewhere in the toxicity of an old life. Every night away from the bars, away from the harlots and highs, away from detours to disaster, I've restored my faith. God bless the plain, white walls and the wooden finish of the desk I write for my sins on. Suffering myself into discipline. Forgetting the rush of the blurs that come with the nights that are full of mysterious questions when you wake up the next morning. My final hurrah, my latest last chance lasted a little too long. I've lost life to the time; ashes of a fire that burned for someone who's in the arms of someone else, the youth of having a bright future, promise of better expectations. I traded lasting heroics for whiskey shots and cheap cigarettes. I have nothing now, except the open arms for tomorrow. Tomorrow that was the start of being better. Tomorrow where all of the vices die in their stride. Tomorrow when I take my first steps onto a greatness that I could only touch in drunken dreams when the hangover hurt too much. It's taken too long for us to meet. But tomorrow, heaven is just a tomorrow away.