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