You know that feeling where you don't want to go to sleep because it means you'll wake up and tomorrow is today and yesterday is a memory that can be forgotten, distorted, and even manipulated?  

Yet, you've looked forward to tomorrow...  

Burnt every goddamn tree down in it's path, leaving a forest fire in your footsteps with a trench of sap engulfed like napalm trying to catch your heels.  

So, you look ahead, with only the light of the flames on your back guiding you towards tomorrow's tomorrow. 

What else can you do?

Can't turn back now...