I accelerate diagonally across the thoroughfare,
Insignificant obstacles looming everywhere.
While hopes and dreams I did stow,
Faltering forward my romanticism faux.
Vehicles approach with manufactured hullabaloo,
Dotted yellow lines guide me to you.
I go forward with caution but stop in my tracks,
For I have relapsed but gone beyond the facts.
Where are we going through dark paved streets?
Somewhere at the crossroads where everything meets.
Why are we all so resolute?
When in the scheme of things it is so minute.
Approaching a junction, I accelerate,
Signs forcefully directing me exasperate.
One more thing before I turn the corner,
There are times and places we are all a foreigner.
So when you meet someone new,
Just remember it could be you wearing the other shoe.
Richard Carter
There will be a day after tomorrow
If we release desolation and dismay
We can only gain a new beginning
Just try to keep it all from decay
Why can’t you see it for tomorrow?
Right there waiting around the bend
Why can’t we spend today together?
We could find a place there that we can mend
It is never to late for giving, never to late to forgive.
For it is with care in support of each other
That we can ascend all the way to the end
Let us do it now while we are moving
We could do it right this time I know
There will be a day after tomorrow
Why can’t you see it right around the bend?
I'm sure you feel what it has in store?
We can leave behind all this sorrow
All of us will clear the ground and soar
We won’t be in this darkness anymore
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be a day after tomorrow
There will be....
Richard Carter
Some clouds came a rumbling across the horizon today,
They were mysterious and daunting is all I could say.
Far from the distance swiftly they draw nearer,
Escorting internal noises drift increasingly closer.
One by one, vapors cover the sky,
Darkness increased it was not shy.
Until all the lights luster made haste in horror,
Submerging into lackluster amidst detail no more.
Then came a loud crash likewise a bright flash,
Instantaneously light and sound became a critical clash.
With a current of air, there came a curtain of rain,
As if the clouds filled with tears began to drain.
The ground became wet nothing-remained dry,
As streams of condensation pooled then cascaded by.
Again a loud sound and more motion and light,
Looking ubiquitously about not a creature in sight.
In a flurry of commotion and an outbreak of fury,
Not an object left untouched everything dreary.
Then in the midst of disorder, there soon came order,
As the haze broke and clouds floated away.
Richard Carter
