No photo today/tonight.
Everyone is drinking the Kool-Aid.
No one is honest, forthright, or real by nature.
Tomorrow I won't know, I hope
I dream, I imagine, tomorrow yesterday's tomorrow never comes
Tomorrow's yesterday rolls in as a flood
drowning, inescapable, untouchable
Keystrokes and string plucks
kickdrums and bass drum pedals
petals, my own hope