tomorrow

Table scattered with

Books and papers and bread crumbs

And my near future

Days spent sitting here

Eyes glued to a computer screen

Headphones cover my ears

Days start earlier

With the sun still rising

And sleep in my eyes

Candy and cookies

Are my afternoon snacks

And morning and night

The Great Gatsby sits

On my bedside table and

I slowly read through it

The days blend and mix,

The sun has no purpose but

To hide behind clouds

Days decided by lists

And due dates with no extensions

And internet speed

Bodies trapped in

Wooden cages and glass windows

The mind wanders

Tomorrow is no surprise.