tomorrow is a day yet to come without a promise
so have faith when I say
I am sick of taking today for advantage
you keep forgetting
who I was yesterday is just a shadow of who I will be next year
when life spins you webs,
keep on flying into them, because you can stick to something stronger
I keep wishing for you,
so believe me when I say you are coming to me through channels unseen
when things are different than planned,
throw away today, hold on to tomorrow
when I lose my footing,
will you carry me or will you throw me out the window?
believe me when I say,
this working title motion picture is in principle photography
the bigger picture is still out there somewhere,
under piles of your dreams and problems
you can condense me down to a single thread,
but you always will try to fill me up
my life has been spinning webs for centuries,
where will yours spin you?
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