It starts just like the morning of yesterday.
It will end just like the night of tomorrow.
I overhear these words.
“At long last I start to dream a dream.”
“Live long and let the flower blossom.”
“At the hem of the forest, a small flame has started.”
I feel today will be out of the ordinary.
Perhaps it will appear exactly same as
yesterday and tomorrow, though…’cause
Today is alive.
Yesterday is dead.
Tomorrow hasn’t been born yet; maybe never.