Tomorrow

It's Sunday, around 7:00 p.m.
I want to catch a plane and fly across the ocean right now

I want to tug him down here and talk to him

I want to see my mother

I don't want to be here, far away from everyone, living and dead

I want the sun to come out now from behind the church tower over there

and I want to be at work

I want tomorrow right now

I know I can't get any of those, so I eat some chocolate.