Tomorrow
Woven threads and gentle folds
Sequins reflecting a lost light
Sequins reflecting a lost light
Towers of thought beyond empty scaffolds
Delicacy embroidered, hiding in plain sight
A gown of hope with a lining of treason
Heavy hand feigning fancy gestures
Innocent children of daylight in prison
I'm afraid you come with the wrong questions
The artist dreamt of the gown
Asleep in his faithless cage
The first star after the sundown
Expectations fall apart as they age
I've seen many such pieces
Fall from a promised glory of morrow
Back to shreds of mortifying creases
I don't seem to know a tomorrow
No, I don't seem to know a tomorrow.
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