Tomorrow May Never Come

When you feel the weight of tomorrow
Bearing down upon your shoulders
Feeling like Atlas and feeling the sorrow
Of beauty's converse in the eye of the beholder
Remember that tomorrow may never come.

When you feel yourself trapped within the amber
Of this moment gone that we call now
Unable to move and unable to tamper
With today, that which will you see cowed
Remember that today may come again.

When you feel the mistakes of yesterday
Break through the clouds of retrospect
And the expository glare betray
The remains: remorse and stark regret
Remember that yesterday has come and gone.