Tomorrow Poem by Colter Castillo

Tomorrow may never see
It's head o'er the horizon
When ships of old and men of myth
Meet world's end and fall from grace

Desolation has it's way
And nothing escapes living
When all the traces of mankind
Cease to find it's words in stone

Nostalgia so petty in
Inflated self-importance
But it's the only thing we know
To love and cherish for a life

So caress in mine fertile hands
Those relics of timeless joy
Tomorrow shows there's nothing new
To imagine or create now