i hate when you ask me about tomorrow

i don’t know who Tomorrow is,
mom, dad, please.
Tomorrow is a shadow and
our flashlights do not shine
can not shine light that far into
places that dark, even though
dad, you are in love with those shadows
imagining you can see what is there, and
mom, you are trying to love those shadows,
imagining you know what they are shadows of, but
we don’t, i know we don’t, i do not like
looking at things i can not see, being
blind when i could choose not to be,
so, please, let me look around at
what is well-lit, what is within reach,
please, let me be Today.
i do not like staring at places i can not see.
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