Where am I tomorrow?

Tomorrow, I am driving a bus and passing one stop. The passengers are poor. Even though this time tomorrow, the bus will still come to this station, but by then it was not the passengers of yesterday, nor the same car. Going into the car, in the bustling bus, my silence seems to be out of place, I am still thinking, where will I appear tomorrow, in what kind of identity? The bus arrived at the terminal and I should get off. The bus arrived at the station, but I have not yet arrived. My road today is still not finished.
Today's road has not finished, no day repeats this way, the roads have been overlapping for many years, I don't have any chance to breathe, and when I have to come to night, I will think, I must go there tomorrow. Under the blue sky carrying the dream, I found that there is no way to go. The road to tomorrow is exactly the opposite of the direction of the sky...so I am obsessed with tomorrow, and I dream that the road to tomorrow can lead to it, but I always look forward to it. Going on the road. I’m on the road, I don’t know where the road to tomorrow will lead, and where will it take me? Yes, I am where I am tomorrow. This problem has delayed me a lot of roads. Maybe I should go ahead and look for the road to tomorrow. Where am I tomorrow? It is up to me to decide. The road is at my feet. I am going out by myself. That is the way.
Tomorrow, where will I go and where will it be?