We're waiting for tomorrow,
But tomorrow never comes,
Our last breathe is right upon heels,
Yet still we refuse to run.
86400 seconds,
And we'rein another day,
All slipping through our fingers,
As we look the other way.
Days,weeks,months and years,
Are made up of right now.
A string of fleeting moments,
That we can never pin down.
We gaze into future,
As through its where we're meant to be.
Always planing for that day,
When we can say we are happy.
We spend so long looking forward,
That we may a well be blind ,
Since we don't see until the very end,
All the things we left behind.
now i know it's just a theory,
But I think i would have worked out how,
The only way to happiness,
Is to LOVE WHAT WE HAVE NOW!!!