Don’t you see that after all,
  this was never meant to last?
That every turn and every touch
  is nothing but tomorrow’s past?

That even the most grievous days
fade - *****-nilly - overnight,
as dawn and early morning haze
play you their tune and set things right.

And don’t you know that this today,
is soon to be a yesterday?  
So take a shot, bend it your way,
  for it is never meant to stay.