Hope Is For Time Travelers

It’s disgusting, really
What little we know
And fortune teller accuracy
The to-the-molecule planning
Carefree reactive aftermath
All riding on it, a definite bet
Losing every drop in the end
Something better, we’re so sure
Nothing matters, it’s hopeless
Stuck in the webs, struggling
Or accepting a one, true fate
Our dissociative lover, waiting
Giving in to its own nature, leaving
The only thing on the mind
The last thing you’d think of
Just today’s tomorrow
Just the future’s yesterday

I hope I never see it
But hope is for time travelers