Tomorrow

I am *NOT* Annie Warbucks...
but now you have that song in your head.

Sitting, contemplating.
Yearning, hesitating.

Lying here,
Lying to myself.

Tomorrow, though it will,
never comes in my head.
I can't stop thinking,
obsessing about it.

Living for the present,
Ignoring.
Hoping for the future,
Worrying.

To tomorrow.