The Hands Of Tomorrow

The sun

doesn't 

forget

to wake

up,

for

it never

sleeps,

roaming 

the earth

With bright

hot light

in its

hands,

carrying

tomorrow 

and the 

next

day and

the next,

and the

next,

pushed

by the 

invisible arms 

of the 

future 

toting

mysteries 

and a

Satchel 

of 

hope,

and maybe

your

biggest

dream,

but sometimes

it seems

like the 

easiest 

thing is

to quit

and hurl

your hands

in the

air,

but that

is truly

the end

of the

road,

you will

miss what

tomorrow 

has