Tomorrow is a ghost
A heart with nightmares that never resurrected
Tomorrow is a dream about life so
it makes life a dream
Many dreamers were lingering about it
In the coldness of soils, in warmth clouds
In what appealed to be the truth
They acquire not to dream in graves
Until their grieving memories are born
And die to decompose our barren graveyards
When the tomorrow has passed without
Arriving it will passed in our hearts
It will merge with many yesterdays
To tell the stories of our lifetime
Sifiso Motha
