Now is Always

From Sunday to Monday,

It goes too fast,

Like eating a Sundae,

Or like a flight taken one way,

It would be nice to say: “I’ll be back some day”,

I need some distance,

Like the one from Monday to Sunday,

I hope the Sun gets his way,

And cooks it all today,

JK about all the dismay,

Not feeling too Nsync,

And it might not happen till May,

But let’s enjoy now,

Even though Now feels like it lasts always.