tomorrow,and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

i walk through the door.
my feet feel like bricks, weighed down by the week.
and at least i'm out from the cold, even though it isnt as bad as it seems.
my bed, made of feathers, cotton and clouds never was so soft as today.
for days its been like my life has been constant late-night informacials and all i have been waiting for is the movie to begin, but all i get is a 1-800 number under my chin.
just "buy one and a get $20 valued night light free" for five days.
i've been waiting for a sign, a hint, a clue..something that makes me go"jinkies!".
but nothing.
maybe it was the mood ring i wore, the one that never changed colours.

dont be afraid, dont take your time, i'll promise i'll agree.