And they speak of age – the elder years.
It’s always tomorrow. And tomorrow has not settled. Now,
Darkness, woe, and failure stench abound.
Little things wear; people tear; hearts can only bear – so much
So, mirror mirror on the wall
Look backwards, time fall, nostalgia, time call.
And why, the difference between colorful voiciferance and present indifference,
No longer integrating a full hearted incipient future because that future lied in the ‘morrow.
The ever present present is no longer seen as a present, but a deserved resident right;
And so it’s right that you live for a day just to live for the next? No.
I thought t’is a path you that you take – but t’was a path that you make
Because dirt and ashes of pain and prejudice coming forth do not fall into concrete in the ‘morrow
Not a waiting game for the ‘morrow
You will lose this chess
If you wait.