the day after today

i was walking under the perfect summer,
then the rain came pouring,
as i was admiring the beautiful plants,
a hurricane came to unroot them all,
then i spoke to myself,
"don't cry as tomorrow will be better",

then i saw the morning light,
keeping my head with a voice saying "it will be better and it would be great",
but before i could even blink,
i saw myself trapped by quicksand,
then i prayed that underneath this bed of danger comes beauty,
until then i remembered,
because i don't know what will tomorrow be like,
and i cannot assure my little self anymore.

praying that today will just be fair,
i dare not summon my prayer for tomorrow,
the day that comes when today ends.