Today is the day we talked about yesterday.
The day we planned to take ownership
Of faults we’ve buried the other day.
To finally step up
And make a change.
To do some of this
To be a bit of that,
And to keep the promises we had made
To our friends, family,
Maybe even ourselves today.
Like to hang up the con
Or maybe lose some weight.
Or maybe do one better
And put the past away.
But what’s one more hit?
What’s one last drink?
Just one last sip
They’ll never know anyway.
Forget it, lets put it off
And have one last hurrah.
Not like it’ll make a difference
What’s one more day anyway?
Sad, isn’t it?
That’s what we always say.
There’s always some reason
Not to do it today.
Excuses, excuses,
That’s all we ever make.
Living like we’re invincible,
Even when we’re throwing our lives away.
It’s hard to understand
Why we tend to think this way.
The logic is clearly flawed
In every possible way.
For if tomorrow is never
Really promised today,
What makes us think
We can wait
And put it off another day?
And then have the audacity to complain
When everything remains the same.
Because “no one has time”
To really make a change.
When will this cycle
Of willed ignorance abstain?
And we open our eyes
To the error of our ways?
Or realize
That the day we find our change,
Is when we stop looking to tomorrow
And start living it today.
But alas, her were are.
The day we spoke of yesterday.
Or so we thought,
At least,
Again thinking about putting it off.
At this rate
It’ll be too late
Before anything gets done.
Because in all honesty
For some,
Tomorrow never comes.
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes
I Will Be Heard 