Winter and Fall can be hard. The weather is colder, the days shorter, the storms can dump inches or even feet of snow and the endless parade of commercialized holiday music and cheer can weigh heavily. It can be one of the loneliest and hardest times of year.
Sometimes it takes a lot of work to break even, to keep fighting the fight and to dig yourself out of the hole... but it's still worth it to see tomorrow.
Tomorrow Land
I keep waiting for it to get dark
My head above water
Over the trenches
Watching that sky stretch to infinity
But it never comes
The tinges and hues of that sunset are immortal
Burned into my mind
As every ember burns and every bullet flies
Casting out hunger and famine and war
I toil here treading the same sacred ground
Already hallowed, already haunted
I am the steam and not the machine
So what if the only way out is down
There's another side to this pop-sickle stand
And I'm tired of the belly of that snake
The scales of that dragon
So break the clouds
And set the sky on fire
It's up and atom so
Smoke em only if you got em
I thought I had you in my mind
A picture posted
A thing that transcends wars and oceans
Somewhere waiting
I'll find the night
In the stillness between
This goodbye kiss
And the war of tomorrow
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