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Morning comes too soon. I can sleep but moments never rest, and then it's noon. They go drifting by, and I want to try to stop and calculate how the moments get from here to there. But they won't wait. I must let them go but I long to know that I'm just in time not a moment too soon. In the present tense, the past is just a lie that's good at seeming to make sense. It's a clever list that does not exist. And in the present tense, the future rushes back to meet the past, but these events never penetrate to my present state when I'm just in time not a moment too soon. Everything recedes. The first word of this verse has just become what no-one needs. It is suddenly just a memory. And I'll buy you the moon! I'll have time for everything important someday soon. Better keep the crumbs - someday never comes when I'm just in time. I'm la la la longing to be now. From Letras Mania