Tomorrow Never Comes

One can't help but wish that time would quicken, for today's woes to be long forgotten. But the spoils and toils of yester fester, and cling to my clothes like smoke to a flame. Oh how ones' hopes in tomorrow are all in vain, to not focus on today to make amends. For worse still tomorrow becomes tomorrow again, an excuse so slain in deceit to oneself. So don't negate today in search of tomorrow, rather use today to fix the days henceforth. For then regret will cast itself thin, and only strength and joy will linger still.