Tomorrow keeps its own time and has no cares for you.
You can fret and worry after it, but it pays you no mind.
Tomorrow is never fully yours, it’s just the hope, the fear, the ambition of whatever you’re carrying today.
Tomorrow smiles and shakes its head when it sees you running after. Then it stretches like a cat and falls asleep in the sun’s rays.
It lives rent free in your head, or it doesn’t. Either way works for it.
Tomorrow never slips from your fingers.
You never had a hold on it to begin with.