Tomorrow

Tomorrow... Tell me something, whats tomorrow?
Isn't tomorrow just today?
Tomorrow or today, either way both are fueled by hate
Tomorrow is the wind that pushes our sails
The wind that blows us further through life...
But that life... do we really want it?

If tomorrow is the wind, doesn't that mean we go where it goes?
Tomorrow brings us where it wants to go
We have no choice in the matter

This morning, filled with peace, sure thats fine...
The day progresses and noon comes.
The air gets stifled, choking with hate and anger
Night comes, anger and pain fills the air.

... And tomorrow... tomorrow comes and now tomorrow is just today...
There is no tomorrow...
... Is tomorrow just a dream to be pursued?
Or is it truly... all of reality?