This day is sickness
This day is disease
Tomorrow needs quickness
Tomorrow needs ease
Get on with the future
Get on with the mending
Finish up the suture
I want my happy ending
Today I no longer need
I’m writhing for tomorrow
This voice I’ll no longer heed
These lips yield only sorrow
I lie in wait of a new day
That silhouette on the horizon
The eclipse of hope and dismay
When next the sun is rising