When Tommorow Comes - Oluwasegun

Where do I go from here?
I heave a deep sigh,
As if to answer my rhetoric
When high seem low
On the stranger tide
Under the red dark cloak.

In the noon beneath sun blissful gaze,
And jolt in the ambiance
I share my tale, I recite the Joy
Hoping when the night comes we?ll all rejoin
Where have they all gone?

Flickers of the past
Sparkle in the moonlit dawn
With hope I strap in my gears
On, towards the day I drive,
Albeit the stench of my worries.

I?ll wake up with time
So when it?s going, I?m on the grasp
And not to fill my recite with regret
Of words and deeds I behoove to emboss,
When tomorrow comes I?ll be the boss.