Tomorrow won’t be the same

Take everything you want
Including prophecies and their fonts
Let me live today’s best
Not looking forth to a thing that will haunt

All will be well by the morning
We found a saviour
Who wouldn’t save us from running
Running from all that we birthed
If you lay not the bed,
you shall surely lie on it nonetheless
Why pick a fight you wouldn’t fight
If morning was cunning enough
We’d all be paying taxes
For joy comes in the morning
Monsters have invaded our present
When we needed to fight,
we were taught to run instead
Light isn’t what it could have been

Take everything you want
Including prophecies and their fonts
Let me live today’s best
Not looking forth to a thing that will haunt

Victor Oyedele