Tomorrow Will Be Thursday

In the arbitrary designation of time.

Tomorrow will be Thursday….

I won’t have to get up for a job…

Tomorrow will be Thursday….

I won’t have to get up at all…

Tomorrow will be Thursday…

I remember how I longed for Friday,

I remember all the days of the week

as if they were yesterday.

But, now, tomorrow is Thursday,

and I taste it’s irrelevance with delight.