Back In the Coffee House

As I sit here, sipping my over-priced latte', I wonder I wonder about next year about next month about tomorrow, and I realize: I realize soon it will be next year and even sooner, next month let alone tomorrow, So why is it I'm so infatuated with such a sudden future? Maybe it's because Tomorrow has the ability to make dreams come true It bares a place to reside in, when there is no longer enough time in today, It has a way of making promises that you don't even care whether or not they come true, as long as they feel good to hold, for tonight: Tomorrow can also pass you by, but it seems never to fail to come right back, for today. I guess the only reason I spend so much energy imagining the possibilities that tomorrow holds Is because, I can't help but wonder what if maybe they'll be a day, A today, tomorrow, just once, forgets to come.