Will you be here tomorrow?
Will you be here tomorrow?
What do you do, when you get lonely?
Where do your eyes roam, when you can't sleep?
If you could capture this moment, what words would you use?
Will you be here tomorrow? Where were you yesterday? Where are you now?
Looking for connection, we can not easily hide.
There is so much to say, words run out of place, almost gone is this day.
There is just one last thing, I got to find my way.
I got to find my place, moonlight shining on your face.

(Painting by Vincent Van Gogh)
I wrote this poem on the 27th of Februari 2015
I wish you all a wonderful time,
Peace Woozel Wazzel
