The Lancean Specificity
Transcendental Sonnet #1470: When Tomorrow Never Came
When sinking down at the crossroads of neither and nor
Interjected to the intersection of the two
By rejection say or by dejection anyway
After the happy ever after and yet before
Finding out what it was one was to be happy for
But minding by the laughter it was something worthwhile
One who knows what it does now when it goes how it was
I suppose the only thing to do is what I do
And eyes begin to rise then to either and to or
When lips find they must follow them and curl up to smile
A sonnet on it in the end and so to transcend
Whatever if it ever was it was in my way
When tomorrow never came because it was today
And never was a lot like forever in the end
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
Interjected to the intersection of the two
By rejection say or by dejection anyway
After the happy ever after and yet before
Finding out what it was one was to be happy for
But minding by the laughter it was something worthwhile
One who knows what it does now when it goes how it was
I suppose the only thing to do is what I do
And eyes begin to rise then to either and to or
When lips find they must follow them and curl up to smile
A sonnet on it in the end and so to transcend
Whatever if it ever was it was in my way
When tomorrow never came because it was today
And never was a lot like forever in the end
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMXI
