Tomorrow
David Brewis (Field Music)
Sometimes
The best that you can say
Is that tomorrow
Might be different
No promises
For perfection
Might not even stretch to
Any better
When each step
Seems impossible
Barely conceivable
At some point it will change
And in a year or two
This particular routine
Will be a vague memory
Remember?
Remember those days?
Crazy, wasn’t it?
Inconceivable
And you’ll be far enough
Removed to laugh
And put it down to
Experience