Tomorrow

Tomorrow, it’s where the mind goes

Our expectations follow, and it knows

The mind’s a versatile painter

Knowing what we crave, its no stranger

Tomorrow, even time doesn’t know it exists

We agree to go when the mind insists

We can’t claw back the moments we lose

Holding onto imagination, we let time ooze

Tomorrow, it has the habit of slipping away

To hold on, we lock our hands and pray

Closing them to the moment that’s real

The mind won’t relent, telling us it is not the ideal

Tomorrow, it is a clever game

The mind entices us with future acclaim

Chance is another name

There’s no guarantee we’ll still be in that game