Tomorrow

Every day passes to another yet tomorrow

never comes

As the clock of time continues to run, night

passes by in its mystical silence of darkness

we lay and wait for tomorrow, just to wake up again

is to be blessed

                    AND

you get up to take care of your affairs

only to be told please come back tomorrow

In my haste to judgement I wonder if each day

is just a play that never ends, just another day to

borrow and wrench our soul in sorrow and wait

once again for tomorrow

So it seems tomorrow will never come. I will just enjoy everyday

until the play comes to an end-maybe tomorrow