Today
TODAY
SUNDAY, 6:17: I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT.
7:03: …STILL DON’T KNOW
7:47: NOTHING.
I’VE JUST LIVED THE PAST HOUR
IN WHAT FELT LIKE 10 SECONDS.
YOU KNOW WHAT I DON’T GET?
PEOPLE WHO WANT TIME TO SPEED UP.
IT COULD BE DURING THE WEEK
THAT THEY CAN’T WAIT ‘TIL THE WEEKEND
OR IT COULD BE JUNIOR YEAR
AND THEY CAN’T WAIT ‘TIL GRADUATION.
EITHER WAY THEY’RE ALWAYS LOOKING AT A TOMORROW
AND MISSING OUT ON SO MANY TODAYS.
I GUESS WHAT THEY DON’T GET
IS THAT TOMORROW NEVER COMES
EVERYDAY,
WHEN IT CHANGES FROM 11:59 TO MIDNIGHT,
A NEW TODAY IS FORGED
BUT SO IS A NEW TOMORROW
AND THE OLD TODAY IS JUST ANOTHER YESTERDAY.
THE POINT IS,
AS LONG AS THERE ARE TODAYS
THERE WILL ALSO BE TOMORROWS AND YESTERDAYS.
BUT ONE DAY
YOU WON’T HAVE ANYMORE TODAYS AND TOMORROWS LEFT IN YOU.
AND YOU ARE YESTERDAY
AND HOPEFULLY SOMEDAY PEOPLE WILL SPEND A TODAY
LOOKING BACK AT THEIR YESTERDAYS
AND SEE YOU.
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