Tomorrow never comes, but tomorrow never dies.
Always do we fear it, never do we see it.
Eternally it stands just beyond our eyes,
While never foregoing its place in our lives.
Immortal its standing, if you can believe it.
Beyond even the greatest philosophies surmised.
The further you reach for tomorrow’s arrival,
The simpler it falls through your fingertips.
Every drop condemning today’s survival,
Soon to perish with no hope for revival,
And it pays no mind to your tighening grip.
For it knows that you are in no way its rival.