The Day is Near

what can be said,

that has not been said before?

facts change,

words rearrange,

details differ,

but at the end of the day,

there is nothing new under the sun,

we are still just a heartbeat away

from forever,

we are still only a mixture

of vanity and vexation;

this life fades like the morning dew,

evaporating into vapor,

forever lost,

eternally gone;

all the dreams and fantasies,

all the longing and sadness,

all the hopes and fears,

remain the same,

in spite of technology and toys,

despite self-imposed indignity,

we anesthetize and tranquilize

feelings and thoughts,

with pompous litanies of monumental self-worth,

and maniacal delusions of grandeur;

I am waiting,

I am ready,

the time is coming,

the day is near;

do not weep for the darkness,

it passes like the night,

fleeing without sound or sorrow,

leaving neither fear nor reservation,

filling the void with the terribleness

of its forsaken sadness and tears,

holding on,

waiting for the dawn;

just one more time,

just one more dream,

just one more step,

just one more breath;

I am waiting,

I am ready,

the time is coming,

the day is near.

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