Can I talk about tomorrow,
the way I talk about today?
Can I be sure
about the things I've planned?
Will tomorrow come as usual,
and will I be there to know?
Or far off in some dark and unknown land?
Can I always speak with confidence,
And truly plan ahead?
Can I be sure
about the things I say?
Will tomorrow heed my planning
and note the time and place?
Or will it go along its own sweet way?
Can I acknowledge its reality,
and proclaim it as a fact?
Can I lie down to sleep and be at rest?
Will it really be tomorrow,
when tomorrow comes along?
Or just another like today has been
at best?
Can, and will I understand it?
Will, and can I comprehend?
Is it really so, or really is it not?
Can I feel it, hear it, see it?
Can I smell it? Is it that?
Is it a question, one of being,
how or what?