An uncertain joke of a concept
Perpetually out of grasp
Too easy to shell things off onto
Do it tomorrow
Yet tomorrow never comes
Always standing just out of reach

Thus it must be done today
While the sun shines
While you have the means
The energy

Tomorrow does not exist
It's merely an echo of Today
A reflection
Illusionary and nothing more
A scarce source of comfort

Tomorrow will become Today
Before it ever remains Tomorrow
Leaving the ghostly idea in it's place once more

And what if Tomorrow does not come for you?
If it does not become Today?
Will you feel the choking grasp of regret?