Mobius Strip

All yesterdays I lived through Gone for the mean today Where nothing I can do To make it slip away There’s no room for tomorrow Cause each and every day I have a chance to borrow Is got to be today It starts with morning you can take For evening, so blind grey It is, and night for goodness sake Continues the same way A calendar don’t mean a thing Today is wide and deep No changes my today can bring It’s like a Mobius strip Goes round again, and there you are Exactly where you’ve been The day before, as calendar Tells numbers you have seen The exit door that leads away I see in morning dreams I’m sick to death of this old day With all the sense it means I see the same headlines again In multiplied galore Same lies and rants of the insane I've read long time before Or was it just the other day I saw last year's news Whatever happens is today Regardless what you'd choose A crowd actor in the play Whose author is unknown I live this life within today That never can be gone.