Not one has seen it
Not one has known it
Not one has lived it
Not one died in it
Yet,
Few dream of it
Few are ashamed of it
And quite a few scared
even to utter its name
A fiction that derides
the only truth
that goes away
unseen, unlived
The truth of Today,
culled each day,
at the altar of morrow
that never comes.
What a shame,
what tragedy
to be maimed
by that which
never did exist
The trees know it
and so do the mountains
The sun that is oft blamed for it
And the planet tired of
spinning the lies
Just to rise today
and set today at once
Beyond the horizons
that do not exist
So many fables
So much falsehood
Build around the one day
that never has been.
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