Poetry· Poetry
Tomorrow's Dream
PoetryTshego Khatri·21-07-2026·1 min read
Epiphany as I waited
how blinded by our webs of
trivial
routines, ambition and desire
only seeing what we want
that there is so much we miss
that's right in front of us
and so, forgetfulness comes
because we are afraid of what
can be uncovered,
afraid if much will ever make sense
But, what— am I waiting for?
uniformityfearsafetysecuritychoicesepiphaniesroads less travelledpoetrysanity
Tshego Khatri
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