A poet's perspective keeps moving from one thing to another at times it is different for same things . Love, lust, observe, teach and preach are all but shades of same colors because all of them have either come out of black or white.
Feelings of any being make up most of his daily decisions. Today, he might be sad and hate something and it might be just opposite the next day and Vice-versa. What is your state ? Is it any better, if it is how and what is that?
Tomorrow is just a state of time. The ones who actually give it some meaning is the ones who change and evolve.