Tomorrow Comes a Yesterday
Tomorrow comes a yesterday
And all become the same
As long-held tenets suffocate
Where prayers are prey, and few remain
With knowledge, was it ever there
Except in wistful dreams?
Can consciousness be spun and spared
Without that supernatural being?
Though proof abounds to contradict
Belief for believings' sake
Why swipe the crown or smite the tick
Of Heavenly Host or heathenly wraith?
Disgruntled hordes will take a stand
Against life's tyranny
But none are wiser than the man
Who sews and reaps eternal seed
Enduring scorn, inviting scoffs
While going 'gainst the grain
Of physics, Darwin and the clock
Which ushered the almighty bang
So, what is right and who is wrong
And does the Chairman care?
When nothing satisfies the throngs
Who fight more wars for space and air
Who claims the spoils of rock and soil
If nothing more awaits
The passage of the mortal coil
Than ashen hearth or shallow grave?
Yet, if, in time, time disappears
And all things cease to be
Who'll hoist a stem in Bertha's Bar
To boldly toast time's victory?
Tomorrow comes a yesterday
In perfect symmetry
Where life is but a brief charade
And only grief is guaranteed
Save for the ones who're blessed
Who've searched their hearts and met
The Perfect Peace
Copyright © Ben Burton | Year Posted 2013
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