What does tomorrow hold for me?

I dont know what tomorrow looks like

I dont know what tomorrow looks like The sun rises, its bright and orange for others But for me it is round and a simple glow On the horizon with deceptive promises No heat or brightness emitted to feel

Obstruction and barriers forbid effects I notice others dancing and singing Below the rays they sway in unison What about me and the benefits? The sun rises, its bright and orange for others I long to feel the heat and the brightness Darkness drawing and pushes nimbus clouds Where is the promise of a better tomorrow? My hands lift up to meet the rays I am a deceived sun worshipper The rays are non-existent for me The sun rises, its bright and orange for others Nimbus closes in, chocking me indeed Promises of a bright tomorrow fade With every thought comes a sign from deep within A longing for relief and peace from within Because the sun does not shine for me It is an image of deception and deceit The sun rises, its bright and orange for others But for me, I dont know what tomorrow holds So I sigh and withdraw my worship for tomorrow Because I dont know what tomorrow holds I am simply a wishful victim of hope Hector Chapa Sikazwe