Thinking Of Tomorrow

I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to devour
the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to run; Tomorrow,

I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of my energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow,

I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous wine; Tomorrow,

I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant waves of the salty ocean; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing beauty of dawn; Tomorrow,

I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all night; Tomorrow,
I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate landscapes with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow,

I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of mystical tales; Tomorrow,

I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the wilderness; Tomorrow,

I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every unleashing minute tomorrow,

I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with the enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow,

I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on the trot; Tomorrow,

I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire evening in the magnificent castle; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the sun; let moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow,

I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils; emptying them in entirety; Tomorrow,

I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and jubilation; tomorrow,
I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking emotion; Tomorrow,

And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in the
immortal embrace of my dream girl; thinking of tomorrow.

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