Tomorrow Is Too Late

Written by: Charles Fuller

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
Hold onto the moment and sketch the future

Backdrops must be moved for change
Leads and understudies pass by or fade

Wrest the quill from the bottle, seize your moment…


Inscribe your spirits voice on the parchment
Paint the portrait of classicism and of the didactic

Purify your finiteness in the cooling tarns of risk
Capture and grasp the blinding flash of excitement

Forever on times passage do all dreams disperse…


Discover within you the voice of each tomorrow
Rend its youthful divinity upon your scattered pages

Develop the undying fervor to discover all that is new
Explore all that you fear dwelling silent within your scope

Compose on high the muse your heart cries out for…


Never recognize the qualms to enact your fantasies
For the future will become more vivid in the lens of truth

Tomorrow will be too late to pen the imminent
In each moment expired it draws ever closer to you

Enveloping even dreams before you can realize and react...