I sit here writing.
Not knowing what to say.
I want to write something with a hidden meaning that only few can decipher.
About sweet creams, dreams, prophecies, and somedays.
But everything I write, I find myself erasing.

Maybe Someday I can learn to speak my feelings.
Maybe Someday all these outside forces will leave me alone.
Maybe Someday things can work out the way I want.
Maybe SOMEDAY this thing, whatever we call this, can be something more than just a wish that was saved for a rainy day.
Because promises weren't meant to wait for forever.
Promises were meant to be kept!
And if someday means that that promise won't wait until eternity has come and gone, then Someday it is!

Because if this is what someday looks like,

Then someday is worth waiting for.