tomorrow

They say salvation
comes from the hills
but I know
it is in vain
they say the wind
is the voice
of our ancestors
our much-pulverized ground
is sacred, is hallow
our breath is not ours
it was someone else's before
and will be someone else's after
what is truth
if it cannot be measured
is your world
as old as you believe?
aren't we all
just waiting for the fall?
are you like me
searching for the master's hand?

games are fun
life is joy
I don't want to take it away
from anyone
from the day I was born
I never believed
that I could or would belong
you ask me why
I don't take the easy way out
my reply:
a shrug and a smile
this is what you do
when you've been down a while
I had no choice
spat out on this planet
ill-formed and unplanned
broken by so many things
hated by so many
I remain unchanged
still lacking in all the same ways
the boy who couldn't fit
the boy who couldn't sit
I feel the pull of eternity

this damned world insists
that there is nothing greater
than today
but this world needs
more tomorrows.