Tomorrow will never come

A cup of cooled coffee on a glossy magazine.
The clock hand froze between Tuesday and the void.
You talk about plans, about booking tickets...
But the calendar is just a paper illusion.


The crystal in the glass refracts the light,
A record is playing — a good old hit.
We are buying time, but there are no tickets,
For that express train speeding into the future.
The window is closed. The noise of cars in the distance
Merges with the hum of the bass.
We are like kings in this room,
Who have torn the locks off all the clocks.

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Tomorrow will never come,
It is merely a bait for fools.
The evening water is cold,
The face beneath the mask cannot be recognized.
Tomorrow will not come, we are the "now",
Dancing on broken crystal.
An endless, perfect hour,
Shadows dissolve in the gloom.


I watched you paint your lips. Carmine red.
A perfectly straight line against the backdrop of chaos.
Everything we put off "for later" —
Are just beautiful sets for a movie that will never be filmed.


The bills are paid, the suits wait in the closet,
Words of love are written in a notebook.
But we are playing a strange game,
Where every step is moving backwards.
Your gaze slides along the line of glass,
Where an empty highway is reflected.
All our eternity slept on the table,
Dressed in silk, a frozen calendar.

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Tomorrow will never come,
It is merely a bait for fools.
The evening water is cold,
The face beneath the mask cannot be recognized.
Tomorrow will not come, we are the "now",
Dancing on broken crystal.
An endless, perfect hour,
Shadows dissolve in the gloom.


Never.
Only the beat in the chest.
Never.
The light is behind.
Tomorrow is a myth.