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.