Someday's always just around the corner. 
Someday never knocks upon your door. 
Someday never visits you at tea time. 
Yet you're convinced you need to wait a little more. 
Someday never shows up on you back porch. 
Someday never calls you on the phone. 
You can wait for it forever. 
It's the day right after never. 
Someday's a place that time can't ever go. 

You always wanted to write poetry. 
But long ago somebody told you yours was dumb. 
And some part of you lying buried deep 
believed that it was true. 
And the spark of muse inside of you went numb. 

Still every now and then you feel the urge. 
But with your schedule it's so hard to find the time. 
So you make yourself a promise 
that you doubt you will fulfill, 
that someday you'll return to words and rhyme. 

But, someday... 

You know your cur-rent job is killing you, 
with all the hours and all the energy it takes. 
And so it seems you life is nothing more 
than eating, sleeping, work. 
And you dare not think how little sense it makes. 

But periodically you glimpse the dream, 
that you can have your life and still afford to eat. 
So with your best determination 
you insist that someday soon. 
you'll finally get the nerve to hit the street. 

But, someday... 

Now it's just fine to make your future plans. 
And it makes sense to plant your seeds and push your plow. 
But if you lose today for hopes 
for some tomorrow still unseen 
you've forgotten that the only time is now. 

'Cause someday...