I do not know if it's because my tomorrow never came;
or if it is because I await that moment still,
but as I wait, time seems to play a trick on me;
and what I felt was in a moment's reach -
now finds me thinking that holding on,
is clinging onto hope that never will come true ..
I don't know when it was I took my eye off hope
-perhaps it was when last I cried,
perhaps the night before, or the one before that one;
when tears again assailed my thoughts
and hope seems farther than before..
I do not know when my hope, my dreams, flew out
-and hopelessness moved in
but there it is -
it's made itself a cup of tea inside my soul
and brews with firey tears that strange regret
of time gone by
and times perhaps never to come..