Never

All the flowers are dead-
Each and every one.

The ache of the future was too much for them.

I stand, and I sit
And then I stand,
I walk, I smile,
I do it all again.

I sit, I write, I gaze into the mirror-
I brush the hair from my face-
My skin is paling more and more each moment-
My eyes have no reflection.

I sit, I sit, I sit,
I rarely stand anymore
Nowhere to be, nowhere to go;
Eternity is one second
Repeating itself over and over and over and over.

I look to tomorrow-
And I find today.

I lay my body down in the garden
Among the reposing flowers-
I sleep-
I dream about walking
And exploring the depths of the world,
But I find that the world is brown and lifeless-
I wake.

I sleep, I wake;

I sleep, I sleep, I sleep...