It didn’t ask us if we’re ready It didn’t slow or count to three It moved the line we thought was steady And called it normal silently Morning starts before you wake Already something’s at stake Numbers tied to who you are Quiet metrics from afar Running faster just to stay Exactly where you were yesterday There’s a weight behind the pace Something hard to fully place This is tomorrow, it’s already here Cutting through doubt, cutting through fear Nothing is waiting, nothing stands still It’s pulling us forward against our will Opinions formed in seconds flat Judged by this and judged by that Value tied to what you show How you move and where you go Silence feels like falling back Stillness framed as something slack No loud crash and no parade No big speech and no crusade Just a faster beating norm Reshaping what we once called “form” Trying to focus, losing grip Feeling time begin to slip Days get thinner, thoughts get small Too much noise behind it all Quiet envy, quiet strain Smiling through a private drain When did “rest” become delay? When did “later” turn to “today”? When did “enough” become “not yet”? When did calm turn into debt? We thought tomorrow far away Some distant edge, some future day But now it’s here in how we live In what we take, in what we give Hold on Stay close Don’t blink This is tomorrow This is tomorrow, it’s already here Cutting through doubt, cutting through fear Nothing is waiting, nothing stands still It’s pulling us forward against our will THIS IS TOMORROW
