Tomorrow won’t be the same

Today will be same as dreams on trips
the night may be young, so are your lips,
seal them with hope tomorrow will bring
make a smile today, laugh like you’re the clips.

Teach your mind the way of water
be wisdom if it’s cold,
be warmth of its morning.
Listen to your prayers, if you’re a god
then ask then answer the same questions you ask of them.
be a wild fire, burn the bushes around those bridges
rain may come tomorrow, despite late rainbows.
Teach your son to be a good sun
don’t let those moons come for your noon
lunar tomorrow doesn’t make a good tale
if you find strength in your weak will.
Teach your daughters to be morning dews,
so their hands will bake yesterday’s trouble a dampener
then the day to come won’t look like your sins.

Today will be same as dreams on trips
the night may be young, so are your lips,
seal them with hope tomorrow will bring
make a smile today, laugh like you’re the clips.

Ruddapoet