Prologue

Someday is the focal point, today is spent in a dismal joint,

Where reality is crushing, and everyone is rushing

To reclaim a youth long gone, rewind back to a sunny dawn;

Looking forward and looking back, no patience for the present track.

 

Someday holds no assurances, yet is filled with promises

Of better days and healed hearts, of healthy ways and fresh starts.

The dreams move us throughout the day, but then we forget and they fade away;

Destined to die, yet necessary to get by.

 

Someday is immortal, someday is a portal,

Then someday is here, but another one is still near-

Like the sun in the evening, visible yet receding,

With the promise of return, seemingly forever will it burn.

 

Sometimes we keep our eyes on the future, thinking that it holds the cure,

Though there’s nothing too wrong with today, it ends up discarded and thrown away.

Hurrying to do everything right, so that perhaps someday might be bright.

But sometimes “someday” never arrives, because we don’t pay heed to our present lives.

 

Sometimes I dream the day away, pondering all the possibilities of someday,

Painting scenarios against the darkness of my mind, the best canvas I can find,

And thinking of that last someday, the final one that will watch me fade away,

Tracing along the constant unknowns, along all of my little dreams and their bones.

Reviews

[Elise Anton]

Welcome! I see no 'my writing sucks' here. I am sorry that you had to undergo such a period, and really glad you have emerged.

The mind always ahead huh? Chasing that illusive someday which sometime back WAS that illusive someday. Like the rainbow you see in the distance and envy those below it as others further back envy YOU within the same rainbow ahead...

Some day is just that and you've properly described it through the various scenarios. I like the examples you've used, and what held my attention the most was "Someday is immortal, someday is a portal,". Funny isn't it how when we look ahead we see only BETTER things/circustances/selves... Yet every new someday brings us closer to death. We never think of 'someday' as a day when we'll be wearing nappies again and drooling again and forgetting our child's name. If we do, it's only momentary and we quickly shove the thought away. Someday is a dream, but really it should be a nightmare...

Thank you for sharing, looking forward to more :)

[Thyrza]

"Someday is a dream, but really it should be a nightmare . . ." couldn't agree more, especially in the light of taking care of my older relatives recently!

Thank you very much for your kind review!

[Elise Anton]

In the same situation as you, re caring about - in my case - parents... I had a particular difficult day a couple of weeks ago, and said to my sons "When does MY life begin?" I mean I'd been taking care of both of them for 18 years, now I was seeing an infinite time ahead when I would in turn/alongside also be taking care of my parents...

It was, in hindsight, a stupid thing to say. In every way. I can only excuse it as the product of too little sleep and too much mental and physical tiredness.

This IS my life! These people I care for are my life... there's no new my life to begin... ony to continue on the moment of my birth... How I 'choose' to view it is what it will BE for me. I can smile, or I can frown. Smiling causes fewer wrinkles lol

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This is a very lovely piece of writing, Thyrza.

Very dreamlike in quality, beautifully structured with a lovely rhyme throughout.
I love your theme. We dream of the future, we forget the past, and neglect the present. So very true.
I am an advocate of foresight, yet the danger of such thinking is inevitably, disappointment.
Live in the present. Plan for the future. Learn from the past. My wisdom for you.

Great work!

[M P Ramesh]

thyrza,
It is hard for writers to acknowledge the past and be truthful to the present and foresee the future. But there is solution that may ease the pain. It is inherent in writers profile to be always stressful and at panic. Otherwise what else he/she possesses . The issue that how far and how much he/she will sustain.

A very good attempt and readers will surely stop and meditate here

Carry on.........


M P Ramesh

[Thyrza]

Thank you!