Lovely red sunset, bodes well for next day
Otherwise known as tomorrow, I know
Too many syllables for me to say
On that line, so tomorrow had to go
It never knows and never comes and so
There's only today, tomorrow becomes
Today and then it stops being tomorrow
Yesterday was once tomorrow but comes
Into being only as today. Like sons
Setting, they all die into yesterday
All our yesterdays are yesterday though
Compared to Macbeth's nightmarish poems
Long gone, he rests in peace but is always
Only known by the living who live now
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