Tomorrow is too far away
To even think of arriving
Today is what we want
To leave far behind
Like we did yesterday
What was that dream
We can't remember
Like a previous life
Some insist we had
And we will have again
The actor says he invites
The characters he plays
For they are waiting
To come alive in him
Thoughts don't die
They only hide from us
We cannot be what we are
When we have been raised
To be what we have to be
The pond is drying up
But we cannot desert it
Like the water birds do
The rains cannot but arrive.
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