We say tomorrow as if it is set in stone,
Though truthfully, we never do know,
Whether we rest our heads yet to see another day,
Or the things we push aside will forever stay.

We assume tomorrow will forever arrive,
But one day tomorrow will be in short supply.

You don't know its coming-you live in fear,
Continuously aware it could be near.

Those ignorant store their wanting's for another time,
But once you live everyday as your last you'll find,
You close your eyes not afraid tonight you'll die ,
Because now you've done it all but fly.