Right Through My Eye Poem by Roy Mburia

If there is tomorrow I have many plans
If I knee it comes with certainty,
Would there be aches, or cold breathes?

But,
If there wasn't a tomorrow and I had a chance to see it,
If there wasn't a tomorrow and I had no reason to see it,
Would it change my today,
Would be my dreams still be valid?

If every dream was a vision,
And every vision was conceived in a dream,
Would be my efforts matter any more?
Or my worries still make sense?

Right through my eye,
Like a star I would see all that awaits,
Never lost in my world,
But even if I found ways and options,
Even if I could trace the city of gold,
Would I walk through the golden gates of happiness with my own eye?

He who decides my tomorrow,
He who crafts my dreams,
Incubates my sanity,
Even in my weirdest insanity I know he is the majesty
For my today,
My yesterday,
And my tomorrow,
Remains a mystery,
Never seen through my own eye.