Tomorrow

No way to touch
That which has yet to exist
No way to know
If the roads even lead there
Indefinite seconds
Separate you from maybe
Too many variables
For imagination to be real
Between that moment
Your eyes meet the keeper
And the first tick
Of yet another ageless infinity
A lifetime resides
In slow moving, obscure bubbles
The first realization
Into an ever indefinite answer
Is no doubt troubling
Too many obstacles before you
Probably, it were better
That you render peace upon now
Than to hedge bets
On some other uncertainty
Real resides only
In what you can presently touch
By which time
Tangibility has long passed by
And you move on
To yet another unending race
Once more sure
That you will find that something
That in a sense
Never came around at all
Even if it were true
They had called it something else