Not looking back
And not even looking around.
Just thinking forward.
Because, if it wasn’t for tomorrow,
what would be today?
Or, even worse,
if I was stuck in the past.
I guess you’d call that hope
and few other things last forever.
And when there’s nothing else to hope for,
that is when people find their faith.
I always give myself
something to look forward too,
because if I only look at the daily mundane,
I’ll always just feel the same.
And it’s not every day
that something special happens.
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