Tomorrow

when I wake up tomorrow,
I have to be in a different reality
reminiscing only
on the struggles today brought
not held back, not holding on,
letting nothing from right now
try to pull me back into a mess
time is said to be inconsequential
so let the sand erase my prints,
offer me a fresh slate
to rewrite my life from whence
the laughter, tears, and goosebumps
begin to light my path.
that today only be a stepping stone
into a day bright enough for sun shades.

Victor Oyedele