What you be in the morrow

The time a reguler jet landed on the moon
A young man was sitting on a moon's hill
Looking at the earth's nights and days
Counting the excursion of the time

He said, oo time, all the way I always be with you
Though never hail you
Now, speak me of your saws

Then she voiced, yesterday be not yesterday till today comes
Today be tomorrow's yesterday and yesterday's tomorrow
Tomorrow be always after today

It be hard to say 'now'
Saying it, it be the past
But your past always be your now
And your now always be your future

Say no "tomorrow never comes"
For tomorrow will be at one's disposal
Do you know what you be inthe morrow
Verily no, not at all but the Timer
Auspiciously, you've experienced the law
What you be in the morrow
Is how you're now