Tomorrow

Sometimes
The best that you can say
Is that tomorrow
Might be different

No promises­
For perfection
Might not even stretch to
Any better

When each step
Seems impossible
Barely conceivable
At some point it will change
And in a year or two
This particular routine
Will be a vague memory

Remember?
Remember those days?
Crazy, wasn’t it?
Inconceivable
And you’ll be far enough
Removed to laugh
And put it down to
Experience­