tomorrow?

Dark tales of forbidden pasts
and bright fervent futures
forever haunt the masked man within.

He resides
where only he and God dare to venture,
no admittance
mystically printed across his persona
by the keeper of new and used souls,
as dreams of tomorrow
collide with yesteryears nightmares.

The distance in which he’s traversed
continually displays itself
as life’s viewfinder clicks away
in its three dimensional format,
all the while he recognizes that expanse
he has yet to attain which forever keeps itself
in the not so far distance
only reachable in his visionary dreams.

Still searching yet being found,
while silent screams rage inside
for what should be
but hasn’t materialized itself
in the shadows of reality.

Questioning why, when, how
yet invisibly knowing
the inevitable answer lies within
not others, not things, not pleasure
but within himself.

In the place his spirit dwells
silent through it all
crouching in the fear of laughter
standing in the face of adversity
laying in the field of shattered expectations
of not only days gone by
but dreams of new beginnings yet achieved.

We always have tomorrow.