If tomorrow never
comes
If my breath
ceases to exist
All that
remains
Is raindrops
and mist
If tomorrow
is borrowed
We all live
today
We all rush
Through
corridors
Of columned
form
This has
become the norm
If tomorrow
never comes
Where am I now
Am I in a
chair
In the
middle of a room
In the
ground
Dusting flowered
perfume
If tomorrow
never comes
I will sing
out those tunes
Rhythm of
dancers
Jazz and
blues
If tomorrow
never comes
I have hope
it certainly will
As my eyes
close to a dream
Tomorrow is
my thrill
