The River Of Tomorrow

I'm cruising fast,

with upright mast,

towards the river of tomorrow

one dip may,

cleanse away all the sorrow;

of my today,

of my past.

stagnant waters of the past,

vapid thoughts of decay;

quickly give way,

to infallible aspiration,

the adjuration for ablution.

the aspirations untold,

for a resurgent hope,

for a resurrected soul.

The untethered sea roars

like a brutal hound's bay,

illusions give way,

to reality

to mortality

to the stormy savage sea,

of today

each whipping wave,

lacerates my existence;

each effort of persistence,

leaves a mark behind,

on my body,

on my mind

my mind wonders

as i wriggle with pain;

why,This sea of today,

so asinine,

so insane,

lies ahead of the river of tomorrow?

so pristine,

so arcane.

a mirage thou must be

o river of tomorrow

as in this stormy sea

no end i can see

to my misery

to my sorrow

turbulence and trepidation

rescind,

as the lightening flashes,

across the sea,

across my mind.

mind jolts back to realism

illusions slowly fade

river of tomorrow

you are a mere facade

from creation to cremation

I shall call this sea my home

never will come tomorrow

never will that river flow.