Look mummy,
the shop at the corner is closed for the day,
can we come back on another day instead?

Shops closed for the day,
calls not picked up,
machines not working,
frenships are broken,
leaves falling frm the trees..
Are things destined for another day?

Life has no ytd,
for wad seems like ytd are all over..
Neither has it possess tmr,
while plans may be made for tmr or for the day aft nxt,
will tmr ever arrive?

Seduction of the angel,
kiss of the devil,
any diff do they make?

It has oways been thr,
lurking close by,
at ur doorstep,
smiling, enjoying& laughing,
waiting for all but tt day..

A thousand wishes& a thousand prayers,
its still thr awaiting for the day..

Maybe it wont come?
Maybe the scientists will discover eternal life?
Maybe, just maybe..

They are all just maybe.
Hope is impt for survival,
yet facing it& laughing at it in its face holds its own,
for who has ever escaped& recounted,
its kiss& companionship?