I'll be here tomorrow
If I can make it through today.

If I work hard enough, there will be things I can do tomorrow that I can't do today.

I want to go to there.

Today I am doing better than yesterday, and tomorrow I hope to be doing better than I am today. And two days from now? Well, that’s a Monday, so I’ll be feeling shitty.

Good thing I didn’t accomplish all my goals yet because then what would I do tomorrow?

Hello, I must be going.

It’s a drag, not being young, but at least I don’t have to take a test tomorrow morning.

So, tomorrow, I’m leaving. And I’m not going to let that happen again with anyone else. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is.

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

I could leave the world with today in my eyes.

And yet I would not be a child again.
For surely as the night succeeds the day,
So surely will their mirth turn into tears.
And I would not return to happy hours,
If I must live again these weary years.

I would walk on, and leave it all behind:
will walk on; and when my feet grow sore,
The boatman waits — his sails are all unfurled — He waits to row me to a fairer shore.

And then I saw what I was to see so many times on the journey — a look of longing. “Lord! I wish I could go.”

“Don’t you like it here?”

“Sure. It’s all right, but I wish I could go.”

“You don’t even know where I’m going.”

“I don’t care. I’d like to go anywhere.

Plan to be spontaneous tomorrow.

I'm hoping to be astonished tomorrow
by I don't know what.