Tomorrow Comes

The crushed out cigarettes in the ashtray
is a perfect picture of this life
Someone needs to put this to canvas
Capture the splendor with oil or acrylics
Cement in time forever
Van Gogh or Picasso will pale
And bow before the masterpiece
Masses will stare in awe
Mesmerized
Lost
Speak amongst themselves
What does it mean?
Wide eyes and soul less
Then they will see the
Meaningless
Useless
 Stinking
Existence of themselves.