Literature
Today, Tomorrow, and Doomsday
So, tomorrow will be doomsday,
but the world ended yesterday
and today, just another day.
There burns a dream. There burns a right
to be or not to be does sing
on the wind where another night
pulls off a theft. A golden ring
must only sing, for tomorrow
calls and on and on. This a show
cannot know of such joy nor woe
for you see, those are mere human
ties. The Earth lives a different
way, turn as one whole, inhuman
as it wheels so indifferent
our world wills. A rock in a hand,
a pebble among the vast sand,
a blue dot without a demand.
We live a short time and know small
fragments of a far wider whole.
The world will end but never fall,
and to think we are in control
is a hubris of Grecian wings.
Man stood up and created Kings,
but our world is not simple things.
