FALLACY OF TOMMOROW

The desire to journey forever nourishes a sense to judge what fancy could not reach - reality of life and departure.

Summer springs autumn into winter.

Same as the reality that dawns when the womb that bellied a child fades in the sands of time.

Aged and bewildered with a certain inexplicable truth.

 Truth about an endless journey that’s wished forever.

Truth that makes bones and knuckles flimsy with grief.

Beliefs and ambitions of better makings, down they all go.

Into a deep, dark abyss, they all lie low.

Vanished, unheard of, a passing breeze.

Sober reflection and reminiscing about yesterday,

Joyful basking in the faithful assurance of today,

Knowledge about tomorrow’s happenings eludes us all.