Tomorrow Will Be Different

I wake up, my mind is made up
I think:
Today is a lost cause, but tomorrow will be different

I hide away from the world, it’s too much
I’ve let it slip through my fingers
A glimmer of hope evaporates as I fall asleep, knowing:
tomorrow will be no different

And I do nothing to fight this cursed loop
It’s oscillations so powerful
Pulling me downward, faster and faster
A cement block that I tied to my own two feet

I look down to the void below, the darkness reaches out with a welcoming embrace
And then I look to the surface above, the last glints of light shimmering and flickering and fading away

And I think to myself:
Maybe tomorrow will be different