Life is bitter

Life is sweet

Do you know what tomorrow will bring?

The uncertainty has me moving forward, just to see.

Will tomorrow be sweet?

Will this bitterness disappear?

The morning has me guessing.

During the day to busy to notice.

The evening tells me you made it through.

To the bitterness I become immune.

The night feeds me a sweet dream.

Waking up full of hope that today will be sweet.