Tomorrow's Eye (rev)
By Mike Lane
Shadows are deepening - they start to dominate. Familiar faces greet you - wearing varying degrees of confusion. Irritation etched into half moon eyes. Bodies clutching yesterdays failures, each and every one tarred and feathered in numb. Thank God this day is gone - but there are so few. Now it's time to get some rest. Drop back into a beautiful pool of sleep. In this neighborhood where nighttime begins the nightmares end. Hope seems to be runnin' with the moon. So you fill this night stealing glances at life through tomorrow's eyes. And the new day awakens to a beautiful blue Van Gogh canvas sky. While the world rubs the sleep from it's half moon eyes. Tireless fists of asphalt - broken and bruised, pound the at the "souls" of tired feet, as misshapen bodies once again collide with the sky. Hoping that their dreams will this day come true Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 04:31 AM PST 0 • 12
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"Shadows are deepening - they start to dominate...."