Tomorrow isnt coming,
There was no yesterday,
There is only now,
The sounds and letters of man,
Tell many fine stories of the yesteryear,
Singing the odes of the soul,
Questioning the order we create,
Stating complex and abstract ideals,
Thinking restless thoughts of haunting years,
Of the golden ages we had years ago,
Trying to follow outdated codes
Of behaviour in lost situations,
Merging and melting cultures all over,
Where do we find ourselves in the end?
What dreams do we make for ourselves?















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