Tomorrow To Have Lived

Those yesterdays to have gone,
To revisit with wishes...
Them to return to accept as they were.
For a better tomorrow to have lived.
Today?
May seem too late,
To want and anticipate the benefits...
Of what one does done to do that comes.
Like a dream.
Preferring to defer,
The impossible of possibilities.
Although children are told,
To hold onto to 'their' dreams.

Until made convinced,
Easier it would be...
To limit their 'impossible dreams',
More for a nonsense.
Sought to find approved.

Yet...
So many yesterdays were lived.
Not to imagine.
Making wishes to want.
Reminisced to become disappointing.

And so too had been,
Those tomorrows.

Coming to go...again and again.
With nothing to do about them,
But sit.

Clock watching time go by.

From Sunrise until Sunset.
To wonder why,
Nothing about our routined lives to live...
Changes!