Maybe later...
Maybe there will be time...
Maybe tomorrow...
That would be fine...

Always a day behind my mind,
Never ahead of my dreams.
A year and a day after the madness,
My psychosis figures out how to breathe.

Deadly combinations of mind and anger
Working silently to chip away
At any cause I'd have to smile
Gently easing out a tear of desperation

I will forget nothing on this path of humanity
As I forget nothing ever
Can I release the moment to memory?
Or will it pass through me until the end?

It never seems to end
The frustration of just being
The simplicity of not
The immense shallowness that never ceases...

Will it end?

Maybe later...
Maybe there will be time...
Maybe tomorrow...
That would be fine...