Yesterday, it was too far away.
Now I am closer by a day.

This moment is beautiful – the anticipation:
The dreams, the possibilities, the expectation

For which I have so yearned;
Not yet arrived, nor been ruined

What I desire may come out well
Or, if luck so desires, go downhill

There is yet hope, at this instant –
Tomorrow may bring resentment

The precise point in time to find
The courage it leaves behind

To face the result, come what may –
To rise afresh in the dawn of day

Not a moment too soon, not one too late
What is life, if not an endless wait

For what the morrow brings?
The heart must take to its wings…