Ernold Same awoke from the same dream. In the same bed. At the same time. Looked in the same mirror. Made the same frown. And felt the same way as he did every day. Then Ernold Same caught the same train. At the same station. Sat in the same seat. With the same nasty stain. Next to same old what's-his-name. On his way to the same place. With the same name. To do the same thing. Again and again and again. Poor old Ernold Same. Oh Ernold Same. His world stays the same. Today will always be tomorrow. Poor old Ernold Same. He's getting that feeling once again. Nothing will change tomorrow.