Anonymous
Tomorrow always slips right out of my grasp,
I can never live in that moment,
Its a place so far away,
Yet so close at the time,
Tomorrow is a picture painted on my wall,
I wish I could escape from this world I call today,
To miss the feeling of yesterday,
And once I get there,
I'll regret tomorrow,
Wishing I can live in yesterday,
Wanting back every moment,
Missing every touch,
How can this world change so much?
I can certainly relate to that!