In these days of Donald Trump, I feel like I’m stuck in a day that’s gray and lonely. But despite the shitstorm that seems to be swirling all around me, I try to remain optimistic. Yes, I’d bet my bottom dollar that tomorrow there will be sun.
No doubt that when I think about when the sun rises tomorrow over the eastern horizon, it will clear away the cobwebs and, as to my sorrows, there will be none. So I just gotta hang on until tomorrow, come what may.
Shit! Who am I kidding? We’re all fucking doomed!
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Kudos to lyrisicst Martin Charnin for the words to the song “Tomorrow” from the musical Annie, whose lyrics I borrowed a little for this post.