Someday is not the same as today,
Just like black could never be gray.
We go through life, saying “Someday”
And that day never comes and if it does, it never stays.
“Indefinite future time” we say
And let it all sway, leading us astray.
“Perhaps someday we will know the truth” we convey
But why wait for that day? Why be satisfied with that delay?
Someday is not the same as today
Even if black could become gray.
Stay in today and let “Someday” fly away
Just like an empty scream being swallowed by the hallway.
Still thinking of “Someday?”
Stop that shadow play.
Someday becomes nothing more than a delay,
What do you say?
Copyright © 2017 Manuel Osornio-emotionsoflife2016