Tomorrow?

I’m tired 
And it’s late.
Alone, I lie, at the hands of fate.
Because ultimately that’s all that matters.
For what I do is only a piece,
merely a poke at what life has in store for me.
So life, I ask you, what do you have in store for me?
Or is that not for me to know?
Well, life would be boring that way.
And I must say, I’ve been to the bottom of the barrel,
And, baby, it’s not pretty.
I’d never want to take you there.
I’ve seen some dark days 
and made some dark days.
So, tell me love, are you here to fix me?
Are you here to sew me all up?
Because what happened yesterday 
and what happens tomorrow is out of reach.
So, help me today. 
For today is what counts. 
But will you show up?
Baby, I ask you! Will you show up?
Because my heart breathe’s heavy. 
but it’s not for the taking.
So, If I give it to you, 
will you be what’s in store for me,
Tomorrow?