Another Tomorrow

You lose a lot of wonder and imagination when you stay in the same spot every day.

Another tomorrow, walking down the street, passing the jacarandas, saying hi and goodbye.

It makes me want to cry.

Will my life always spiral this way, seeing a face I hate, seeing a face I'll see everyday?

Knowing the life everyone leads, because I live the same way?

Where has the wonder gone, my wonder, their wonder?

I want to know where the woman in designer is heading, I want to know the story behind a man's favorite ring.

Was it passed down to him? Did he find it in a vintage store?

But all I see is the same faces everyday, knowing their projects will be put off for forever, wasting another evening on "one more game."

I dream of brunch in a coffee shop, dinner on a rooftop, evenings meeting someone new.

Weekend trips to the coast, summers in Hawaii, bungee-jumping in Colorado.

One day, I'll live for my wonder, free and wild and able.

But for now, I'll see the same faces, dreading just another tomorrow.