Three Tomorrows

Eight rotations. Here I sit

     You'd think I'd learn
          To turn
away
          And not to burn
inside

Three weeks lately.  Movin' 'round
     You'd think I'd see
          How free
outside
          I'd be
outside

Only yesterday.  I'm still here
     You'd think I'd try
          To fly
home
          Or even die
to leave

Three turns left.  I guess I'll stay
     You'd think I'd know
          Not to show
my thoughts
          How very slow
it seems

One-million yesterdays.  Three tomorrows
   I think no more
      A bore
it is (and after this)
      No more
will it be there
why don't I care?

(c) 1984 Norman Dziedzic Jr.