Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, Your terror strikes me to my knees. Somewhere on this Earth floor, I have become an ant, running and ducking as Swiftly as I can for refuge. You are cruel, oh Tomorrow! Your companion, Time, rides on a horse towards you in excitement, shouting for a bloodbath. You shake the ground as if to remind me That all is soon to perish. How does one prepare for you? Who can dare to teach me how to? Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, I weep for you today as I did yesterday.