postponed

by My Self : The Muse

some still and quiet voice
shouts (dry and hoarse)

tired, muffled

yet the echo returns:

Go, Find, Be, Live

listens

the meek and tender soul
— empty pensive and undone;

hiding in tomorrows
lying with promises

yesterdays

(so many yesterdays!)

always wishing
always wondering
why this is all done

and when it will ever be
— today:

someday, today;
forever, today;

just (please) not — today.

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