The Hands Of the Prophet

From morning noon & night
Through evening night and noon
Tomorrow is now today
Today? It left too soon.

From Sunday through Monday
Next week has just begun,
If time were not immaterial
Would the wise still let it run?

Of things beyond our control
Time is only one.
If everyone keeps wasting it
How long before it's gone.

The hands are dancing beautifully
In Sync, that is the way.
But beware should they predict tomorrow
Today, is the only day.