"every day i play"

i run away
run away
run away so desperately
to curl around the promise of tomorrow
a warm dream who dims gradually gently
like the colors of the sun
at the very end
of every day in this world

tomorrow is never promised, they say
but there is something for us to save
today
before tomorrow comes
let's take hands
and play

[i chill and chill and chill. and the day's over. what a waste, huh? i'm tired of tomorrows. i will always make the most of today.]