It Will End On Saturday

Everything is constant and plain, then it's a grandeur coliseum of fireworks of fervor and doable sins. There are doubts, secrets and bloom Bad hopes, uncertain future, bit of a gloom But both knew it’s a created one with faith Quiet, aloof, and so far restricted, which a deity can only limit. A decision a bit late but for couple of times After the chaos and mess, and let say, 'dimes' An organized decisive, decision both has made "to meet on Saturday" was laid. But how will one know it will end when it haven't even started yet? here is my grasp --- A little secret everyone has on their clasp, "It's possible when a mere foreshadowing sprung out from a cliched reality", If that! any of you know what I mean.