Someday

Yesterday is gone
Today is another day
I left some things undone
To be done some other day
To be done someday

It was too late for me to realize
That there are just 7days in a week
Sunday to Saturday,with no compromise
And never will I find a day called someday
In the days of the week

I created an illusion
A fallacy that abetted my time to destruction
Or my life to delusion
For my life is my time
My time is my life

I created, in my mind, the 8th day of the week
I call it someday, in order for you not to know that I'm weak
And I'm not weak, I just get carried away
Thinking i have enough time for the day
So i play away,till all my time gets wasted away
My life faded away
The time i lost, i couldn't regain
My life I couldn't sustain

I piled up a lot of tomorrow
Now I've collected empty yesterdays
Procrastination took my vision away
What i thought would be done someday
Has now been done no day

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