What will happen tomorrow?
Nobody knows.
Anybody who tries to tell you different is a liar only.
Nobody knows tomorrow.
How do I say this…?
Let us begin with the bleak.
On a long enough time-line
Everybody dies.
Everybody lies;
(That you already knew.)
But that everybody dies…
It’s a sobering thought.
I will die.
And that is quite terrifying.
Especially if it’s tomorrow.
All the people I want to see, unmet
All the things I want to do, undone
All the places I want to go, ungone
All that’s left of me, forgotten.
On a long enough time-scale, everybody forgets.
Nobody remembers; everybody forgets.
I want to remember today.
On a short-enough time-scale, I want to remember.
So forget tomorrow.
Don’t worry about it.
Trust me.
I don’t know tomorrow.
And that’s why I’m doing this today.
Can you imagine
If you died tomorrow
All my plans and anticipation,
All for nought?
And worse;
If I died tomorrow
You wouldn’t know what I would do
(Never mind what I would say
Or feel; talk is cheap,
And there is no love,
Only lust, and emotions, and love.)
Talk is cheap;
So I would tell you
And actions speak louder
So I would shout it with my deeds
I may only be able to lay
My dreams under your feet
But it will be more than enough
I do not kid myself
I am not asking for you.
I want you, desire you, long for you, lust for you
Most of all, I look for you.
But to want me is a privilege and a joy
A discovered check;
An inexplicable miracle.
No need to stop all the clocks,
Or turn off the stars.
No need for melodrama.
Only you,
And a want for you.
That is all I ask.
On a long enough time-scale.
Everybody dies.
People lie;
I lie all the time.
Not to you.
Never to you.
And I say this;
I don’t know tomorrow
I may die.
But today
If I have you
That will be all.
= = =
You don’t know tomorrow
From yesterday, or today
Nobody lives forever in the past
We move on. The world turns.
Whatever I do, the world turns.
And so…
tu no sé mañana
