Hullo, I'm back! This is probably the most random poem I have ever written . . .
There is No Today
Shades of
Blue and gray,
Red and black
Is the sky today.
What seems to be
Multi-colored water
Is a masquerade
An illusion of land.
Or is it the
Other way around?
Confusion
Clogs the air
And sparks
The streets.
Because
There is no
Today.
Right now is
A riddle with the
Past and Future,
Because
The end of
Yesterday,
Was the
Beggining
of Tomorrow.