Tomorrow Never Comes
My adaptation of Six Day War by Colonel Bagshot.
It’s only Monday As I drag myself out of bed Overcome with madness Time crawls when you’re Yearning for freedom It’s only Tuesday When I weep under a tree My heart splintering Like shards of broken glass Into a million glittering pieces It’s only Wednesday As the vines grow through My trembling bones Holding me captive I turn into a pillar of stone It’s only Thursday Time has lost all meaning Lost in a stormy ocean I am overcome with Sacred waves of longing It’s only Friday Words of a mournful song Float on iridescent wings Tomorrow only comes When it’s too late…
Somehow, this reminds me of my unhappy days at school.
Monday was black.
Tuesday was deep blue.
Wednesday was sky blue
Thursday was orange.
Friday was red.
Saturday was yellow.
Sunday was green.
Synesthesia was not known about then, at least by not anybody I knew.
Tomorrow has its own challenges, let’s deal with today first