Someday

They tell me about that one day,

The day synonymous with someday,

Filled with hope,

Devoid of gloom,

They keep dispersing this myth away,

Coaxing you to keep up the reverie,

 To carry on this futile company,

But it's a mirage,

A hoax, a con,

Sprouting inside helpless musings,

Creeping up on life's turbulent affair,

Making love to our despair,

Lives spent searching that elusive day,

Hollowed out by its inviting edge,

They still don't understand,

Nobody does,

That day, someday, never comes.

The poor man yearns for a penny,

The blind man thirsts for sight,

Means to quench needs,

Darkness to make way for light,

The lost girl awaits to be wanted,

The stubborn boy curses his fate,

Both holding their breaths,

Turning blue for a change in their sorry state,

A mother looks towards the skies,

She prays before dawn all through eventide,

To see the morn of that intangible day,

That someday will bring respite,

All strung up by a dubious prospect,

Dreaming of stars after the deepening sunset,

But it's the cruelest joke,

Nature's charlatan,

In its wake seizing the lives that we endure,

Draining us disguised in the expected future,

But they still don't understand,

Nobody does,

That day, someday, never comes.