I sense a lightening in the east

Papapaataaarum!

it's Tomorrow! (so glad you made it)
Oh, how can it be tomorrow
When we're not even finished with Today yet?
(Pessimist!)

That glowing gas rag will arch its
steel railed path across
everyman's working day paradise
Once again,
proving with unerring finality
(erring familiarity!)
Today lasts forever

and, once more,
as freedom rings its desolate dirge
across our faerie land:
tomorrow is twenty four hours away

We didn't get there yet

"So

what"

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