Tomorrow

Sometimes I think
Tomorrow might feel left out
In a world that goes gaga
Over Yesterday.

Yesterday's troubles,
Yesterday's memories,
Yesterday's joys and miseries.

Yesterday. Yesternight.
Yesteryear.
Yesteruniverse.

Yesterdays are everywhere
And every time I see one
I have to say "Hello"
For Yesterday is a melancholy chap.

Tomorrow, is crazy.
Absolutely lunatically insane.
Tomorrow is happy
And you know how everyone's scared of
The happy folk.

Tomorrow is difficult
To pull into a conversation
For Tomorrow doesn't seem to have a mind
As made up as Yesterday's.
Maybe, Tomorrow doesn't have a mind at all.

One day I met a Tomorrow
In a restaurant,
Eating and drinking to oblivion.

I asked Tomorrow if it had plans
To which I was given
A smile and a wink.
"Maybe."
"But I'm not quite sure what."

It's hard to write about Tomorrow.
You never seem to have enough.
That's funny because
Tomorrow is quite colourful from afar.

Yesterday sat alone, smoking
And everyone flocked to have a bite of
That placid philosophy.

Tomorrow was busy living
What Yesterday could never explain.
A cool blue glass of New.
Cherry on top.