I have no idea why I wrote this crazy Alice-In-Wonderlandesque poem.

You know there's always tomorrow.

Tomorrow though, never comes.

In its suspense, it teases us.

So close, yet so far away.

Taunting us, tomorrow slows down time.

Every tick,

Every tock,

Slower.

Tomorrow laughing at us,

We're suckers for tomorrow.

Always wanting it,

Always waiting for it,

Yet,

It never comes.