What becomes of tomorrow when the day is not yet done?What becomes of the future when you still have not faced the sun? What becomes of a life when its just been born anew?what becomes of your life if its not being lived by you?what becomes of the past twisted and changed by hand?What becomes of the thoughts shifted like a grain of sand?What becomes of a memory as distant as the wind?What becomes of the heart thats lonely for a friend?What becomes of the faces of people you met and known?what becomes of the child abandoned without a home?what becomes of a minute passed over by day?What becomes of a year as it slowly fades away.What becomes of my questions as I write them on this page? What becomes insignificant as something "of the age?"So again I ask what becomes of tomorrow when today has not yet been lived,when the soul has not yet died and life has more to give?
