When I was walking to the kitchen to make my breakfast this morning,
I accidentally stepped on my hopes, dreams and motivation that
were already dirty and torn lying on the floor.
And I wonder how long has it been since I dropped them there.

Maybe, maybe tomorrow
the weather will prove the forecast wrong
and I'll find new ones with my backpack and a book in my hand
walking on random streets
Just maybe, the sun will decide to turn up tomorrow
and show me the way