When is Someday?

robbietobby

When I was a young kid,

moments there that  I was once used to distinguish colors,

moments there that I remembered the Sunday golden mornings,
moments there that I'm sick and wanted to get out my daily routines,
moments that piece of writings and readings are marked ingenuity,
problems from left to right were never-gone and cascaded.
Moments that I used to ask when is someday?

At twelve, I started to recognize to whom do I cry with,
Why do I cry, and when will I cry.
Sooner, I'm asking the same old question,
When is the soonest someday that I will be,
Will I be a teacher since I used to play that role?
Will I be a performer even if it's just in my wildest dream?
Will I be a clerk? or a lawyer? or a judge? or a doctor?
But when is someday?

Also, when I was younger too,

I used to think about what mad scientist thought,

to once substitute their mind so I can see them,

so that I could use to be like them,

so that I could use to think like them,

I wish I had a grandfather who was born like ‘em,

And that someday I could be like them.

But when is someday!

Later, I found myself caught in between,
that if I wanted to voice out my opinion or not,
that I had groups of enemies and my family,

that if I'd self-same or hybrid,
that if I'd go with them or old-style,
that if I caught them in the eye or just nimble my shadow,
that if we're on parallel universe or multiverse.
I wanted to choose one, but,
When is someday!

I chose to be a microscope,
not a scene in a death note or fable,
botany rather than technology,
guided by three Ruler and a bit star.
Occasionally finding someone true,
Typically same and humble,
Technically smart and futile,
Obviously pink and clever.
If there are more things missing,
When is it someday?

I found my love at 21,
I never saw him coming.
His Asian eyes flash with sparkling nodes,
I gave my own language and said "this is it,"
We swore off forever and ever,
We had golden rules, and rule a kingdom once,
Castle built with bricks of the past were falling,
I swore to God I never let go,
For this love is like a sweet state embargo.

But in spite of when is someday, it was gone -
The world ticks and flew fast,
memorized body language faded,
sparks never gain second chances,
sweet disasters and fire starters,
my love is a goner, though he's the answer,
to my 'Where is Somedays?'
When will I find someone like you again?
For I look in every face, he's no you.
When is it someday?

Today, 22, I realize one big thing.
To not question me to when is someday,
to not stick to my guts about when is someday,
to believe in my spirit that there is someday,
to continually praise God, even if there's no someday,
to believe that the most pain will have end-day,
not swim against the current,
not give in one blow,
not give my all,
not fall in love again at the wrong time,
but if there's still the chance,
I and my longing heart would ask,
When is Someday?