Today is happening again today.
Don't know if you noticed that.
Tomorrow expired yesterday;
It's a mythical creature in fact.
My face has a new wrinkle,
My brain a new fold,
My eye one less twinkle,
And my hand lost that hand to hold.
The moon, though slight tonight,
Is really quite full.
The ground, though chilled with frost,
Is boiling hot below.
This day may bring a change:
A real transformation.
But today has a single job:
The soul's education.