WHAT MYSTERY OF LIFE UNFULFILLED

What mystery of life unfulfilled
By james a. galgano

There are just so many poems can be written about forgotten tomorrow.
Just so many adjectives and adverbs or rhymes from which you can borrow.
That would make it sound different while always seeming unsimilar yet the same.
Which would lead you to call it quits in some loud guffaw to exclaim?
Yesterday has become but a gaggle of geese that sinks in stupor or blur.
Its almost as if never lived then but it happened though you swear never occurred.
Filled with delusions which gather like faeries weaving thoughts in your head.
From dreams you wish you would never awake from your final deathbed
Today is no better than such ilk filled with things to do and places to be soon.
Yet when you arrive you have forgotten why you came there to begin by high noon
Its like there is some crusade or jihad pulling you forward with all misbegotten lies.
Leading you to the abyss you look often into unable to tell truth from disguise.
So where does that leave you but often caught between the spiral of fleeting time?
Desperately striving to get a life from the cards you have been dealt so supine.