He lived each day like there was no tomorrow

Stepping into the unknown with shining arrogance.

Pretending to know what was ahead,

Pretending like he owned the world,

He waited and waited

Moved all hopes and dreams,

All the way to tomorrow.

Handling all his cards recklessly,

Throwing dice on the tables as if he had no control.

Throwing all the tomorrows away.

All slipped away from his hands.

And then when he lost too much,

Realised what he had taken for granted,

He looked back at the yesterdays with a nostalgic gaze,

And life had become a type of dream.

He lived from yesterday to tomorrow

From tomorrow to yesterday

As if he belonged nowhere

Losing count of all the days lost,

Blindly with no direction

Until he found the light shining his path,

But too late to turn back that clock

That ordered for his last breath

To be washed away from his eyes.