Finding Tomorrow

Where do you live, my fine fettled friend?

Why can I never find your domicile?

It has been said you don’t really exist,

That you hide in the mist

Of some fantasy isle

Filled with the drama of Avalon’s dreams

To give hope new cause,

To let time run astray.

Dashing ahead while today is on pause

I reach out to touch but

You just run away.

 

Whatever the truth

(As truth may be told)

Whatever the ransom that

Needs to be paid,

I swear I will find you

To garner your gold,

Quaff your sweet wine and

Rest in your glade.

 

Oh, restless tomorrow,

So distant,

So free,

I follow your promises

Endlessly.

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