Tomorrow's Ghosts

The maudlin masses all wander, but at time's behest  
On their unique paths, until they inevitably, evanesce  
Meandering inexorably, but always towards the brink  
Oblivious to the reality, they're oblivion's, missing link  
Raised through natural selection, every one bespoke  
Razed finally, in the infernos, to cremains and smoke  
Only once they've toiled a life, from length to breadth  
Will they inescapably be hosted, by the void of death  
'tis this, nether-nowhere space, that the spirit loathes  
Stealthily set aside, for awhile, for tomorrow's ghosts  
Glimmering ideas of being, will feel like make believe  
Humanity exiled, to where only the spectres perceive  
Outside of an existence, the future, will pass them by  
Somewhere, straight ahead, it will be their time to die  
The ghosts of tomorrow surround them, it's everyone  
Shapeshifting in the shadows and then, forever gone