We wait for tomorrow, But tomorrow never comes, Our last breath is right upon our heels, Yet we still refuse to run, And we’re in another day, All slipping through our fingers, A string of fleeting moments, That we never can pin down, We gaze into the future, As though it’s where we’re meant to be, Always planning for that day, When we can say that we’re happy, We spend so long looking forward, Where we may as well be blind, Since we can’t see the very end, Now I know it’s just a theory, And now I’ve worked out, The only way to happiness, Is to love what we’ve now Published in Daily Times, April 18th 2018.