each day I wake
I say today
today
today might be better
this could be
the day
when it all turns around
today could be the day
that that goodness
that that love
which has proved so elusive
stumbles into my life
today
it could happen
today
and I have followed this line
this hope
for years now
and it has worn so thin
it is
famished
still I say
today
it could be today
but I have had so many
days
I have grown thin
with the waiting
the longing
the desperate
patience
I have dug so many graves
in the wreckage of my days
I have watched
my diminishing hopes
dangle
like a spider
in the wind
precarious, but
somehow still
intact
and tonight
when I go to sleep
as I slip away
into empty dreams
I will say
tomorrow
maybe tomorrow
will be the day
maybe tomorrow
maybe