Someday....it won't.

Someday, someday it will happen,

the sky will house the plants,

the earth will do the clouds,

it'll be the ice that'll boil,

and it'll rain, it'll rain soil.

Someday, someday it'll be true,

it'll be night that will make the sun rise,

and so will the moon, by the sky deep blue.

The deserts will run the tides,

the camels will walk the seas,

for treasures that reason a thousand greeds,

it will be nothing but a thirst for trees.

Someday, someday it may all sound right,

The thundering of branches,

the rustling of clouds,

for everything that seems to be calm,

it'll be nothing but the silence that shouts.

The air is merely a medium for the voices,

who knows whom will it betray,

what will it alter and what will it say. 

Someday, someday we'll all run back in time,

the clocks will too share the crime.

Everyone will age, age younger,

it'll then be the future that they'll grow older.

And then it'll be the future that shall be cursed,

and it'll be the past that shall be sought.

It'll be the death that'll welcome a life,

it'll be the birth that'll stab you with knife.

Someday,someday this won't happen,

All the things that have been waiting,

for that one 'someday' to be,

maybe that one day wont show up, and even if it did,

maybe then, it won't be your cup of tea!

(For every wish and every day that stalls around every nook and corner, don't let it pass by  thinking of doing it some other day.

MAYBE there wont be another,to bother!)