UTOPIA

It all depends on the day

Today he woke up feeling happy and alive

Another he goes to bed thanking that it is done and wonders if he would still wish to wake up

But life is life

Somehow he wakes up no matter what he wakes up to

Sometimes he wakes up feeling lost

Other times he wakes up feeling alive

Whichever day he wakes up in

He looks up to tomorrow

Tomorrow is a beautiful as that expensive gift he desires but is kept as a promise by father time

He hopes it will be free of his pain and sorrow but filled with perfect joy

So he sleeps and wakes up still dreaming of a brighter tomorrow

Though there is an iota of possibility that it is utopia

Still it feels better to hope

He looks at tomorrow as a magic mirror upon which he sees his perfect self

His sees today as the road to his perfect day so he starts walking in the right direction

He has to make little effort to move to the direction where his better version lives

He wants to see the perfect him before he closes his eyes

He want to so badly to meet his best version so that he would go to eternal sleep close to his sunshine

He wants to be hope

So he cannot give up whatever the day brings

Somehow he will be the sunshine of tomorrow

That is his utopia, his opium, his hope and his heaven