The evening is a mouse,
Nibbling the day away
And I'm still on my first bite.
Prepared tomorrow
May have to wait—I still
Have a few mouthfuls
of yesterday that I
Haven't quite finished.
There's a lot on my plate,
But at the same time
It's empty.
It depends on how I
Want to see it;
If I'm willing to nibble,
Or devour.