For years that came to pass,
Present days evolving into the past –
Yet the future still bleak-ish
We contemplate more, the history,
As if unsure about tomorrow;
The days are Delilah-like
And can’t be trusted with secrets of tomorrow.
Maybe, just maybe…
One day we will tell the story,
But only time will tell the tale.
The horrendous history (of now in the future),
Telling the offspring of our own
The mystery of an uncommon ailment.