Tomorrow, 1998

From here I see tomorrow,
and, behind me, yesterday;
in front of me, ten years,
and it’s not too far away.

There are only people here.
They come to me and say,
“Hello friend,” and, “How are you?”
Then they fade away.

There are only days and nights,
memories and things.
People sitting on their hands,
tight holding to their dreams.

They watch the carousel going by,
blurry faces wondering why—
distorted, twisted, smiling faces,
through rain and pain and snow.
in the garden dreams of paradise,
and hope they get to go.


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Brandon K. Nobles

Brandon is an author, poet and head writer for Sir Swag on YouTube. With 630k subscribers. Since February 2021 he has written for the most important and popular series, News Without the Bulls%!t and the least popular work on the channel, History Abridged. Brandon joined the channel in late January, since then his work has been featured every month in News and History. His novels and works of fiction have also been well received, and he continues to be a proficient and professional chess player. In his spare time he like to catch up on work.

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