Tomorrow Never Comes - Poem by Joshua Wyatt
There never seems to be enough time.
I sit and wait because I always think there's a tomorrow.
But sometimes there isn't a tomorrow.
Sometimes there isn't enough time.
Tomorrow becomes today and it starts over.
A cycle that never seems to end.
It just repeats forever and ever.
I am afraid of tomorrow.
Afraid because it's a mystery.
And i know what's going to happen today.
Every time i sleep i wake up to today.
Maybe next time i sleep,
i'll wake up and it'll finally be tomorrow.
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