You think to yourself will it ever get here
The next day
To start fresh
And leave yesterday behind
Waiting and the mind becomes impatient
Your thoughts are racing
Thinking about tomorrow
I wonder
What if
How will it be
Thinking about how much better tomorrow will be
When today ends
But the day never ends
24 hours a day
One hour after another
Feels like infinity
The second hand moves so fast
But the minute hand never seems to move
And the hour even slower