I Promise That Tomorrow Will Be Different From Today Poem by Tanec Rayl

led down my garden path to slaughter
you fear that I have lost my reason
or that I might take a fancy: heaven forfend.

I would never call myself a reporter
more of a stickler on returns
or a quiet weekend getaway
from life's busy schedule

it must be enough for me
to be self contained and readable
without supplementary material: honest and accountable
everything I never hoped for
the zenith or condition of
not meeting a desirable or intended objective