Someday
someday you will die
someday you will think, why?
someday no one will care
someday you will be buying clothes
and not caring what you wear
someday you will have white or grey hair
someday you will think alone
someday you will disconnect your phone
someday someone will hold you
and they will lead you somewhere else
and then you will not be yourself
someday it will happen
and someday it will, why worry about it all
when it does not matter now
just worry about now, the immediate
someday it will happen anyway
someday, somehow and in someway
just wait
James Garratt - Sunday 5th March 1995
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