> a dance for tomorrows

there are no tomorrows
tomorrows inevitable never comes
tho the past remains a concrete slab a pillar of history a factual insistence a spokenfact a memory raw with rage and passion
tomorrows are but whispers in the wind intangible writings in the skies a formless moving cloudimage a mirage for the needy and desperate
a twisted calendar that never changes taunting you with the slight flip of the next page luring you into a stalemate of status quo and teasing you with untold pleasures of the future as yet unfold

for fate and destiny the twin sisters are your master and they look upon you with nary a thought but for foolsgames and they play you like a mindcripple and you dance to their rhythm and you fall you stand up and you fall again struggling to master the steps that you would never master and yet you still dance

dance for us fool, dance

and you wait stare at the calendar as the world passes you by behind you and yet you wait for the tomorrows that never comes
and you are strangely happy you are perversly contented and you are filled with childish innocent hope and you smile your perversesmile
and you close your eyes and think dream hope for the tomorrows that never come
and yet that hope is good enough for now

hoping still for tomorrows