Live Tomorrow

Out and in, up and down.
Throughts go round without a sound.
Lashes blink at time to borrow.
Can't decide what comes tomorrow.

The oak rimmed clock sweeps a slow red arc.
The seconds float like spiralling boats.
Waltzing doves with broken necks.
Smokes of dust in partial dark.

The lightbulb swings east, then to west.
Make your choices as is best.
Every day could be your last.
Your best arrives, and then flies past.

A shadow casts on beige painted walls.
Echoes in damp smelling rooms.
Silence looms, and destiny calls with a long echo.
Plan today, to live tomorrow.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.