by Catherine Butterfly

You said why do I fret for the future and dream of the past?
My here and now spirit treasure so vast,
It covers forever eternity tone.
Yet is caught in one moment, a world of its own

Why consider tomorrow when I have today?
When I know that what I do wrong now,
 tomorrow I've got to pay...
So I fret for the future and I dream of the past
and I look out for both of our pitiful stupid ass.

Now you know why I fret for the future and dream of the past.
The past is mines , it can't be touched, 
tomorrow is yet to come
knowing you as I do 
I doubt if it will be me in your arms.

Tomorrow by Catherine Butterfly

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