TEA LEAVES LAST LONGER THAN EMPIRES
The rest of my life starts today
and by today, I mean tomorrow
but by tomorrow, I may need another day

I just want to live as if tomorrow 
were actually today
but the sun is already setting
and I fear I’ll waste tomorrow in sorrow
so in my mind 
today is the next day, which is already tomorrow

and maybe by that I mean 
I wish I could know what it must means
Living, not lost in pleasure and despair and hunger
Craving the magic of surrealism and serenity
but sick in the head
giving my life to a computer screen
Reaching quasi enlightenment
forgotten by the next day
and waiting forever
Forever and a day
I wish it would start today
But let’s plan for tomorrow