Domino

Tomorrow, tomorrow,
the sun will come out tomorrow.
After all, it’s only a day away.

But what happens to dreams
when you don’t wake up tomorrow?
Ambitions orphaned like poor little Annie.

You’ll finally tell her you love her, tomorrow.
You’ll finally use the fine china, tomorrow.
The diet starts
Tomorrow.

Where does that leave us?
Fat, secretive, bottled up with emotions.
We’re unhappy today.
Nobody wants today.
Everybody wants tomorrow.

There are people walking among us that
believe that their life is going to magically start
somebody in the future.
That this is all a test run, this doesn’t matter, today
is just practice.

The real world starts tomorrow.
Those are the ones who are in bed while
we toast ourselves to one-too-many.
Those are the ones who leave the game
in the sixth inning to beat traffic.
Those are the ones who tip too little
to somebody working far too hard.
Those are the ones that will wake up tomorrow
and see that tomorrow was just like today.

So I raise my glass to those of us who spend
too much time being ourselves to question our motives.
The ones that can’t be bothered with yesterday.
The ones that won’t be around for tomorrow.
We’ve only got here and now.
Tomorrow starts today.