Creating Tomorrow

This is my attempt at a villanelle.

None can create a perfect tomorrow;
Unburdening crap is all we crave.
Yesterday's path is hard to follow.

Poet's sloppy songs of sorrow
Give wizened fools something to save.
None can create a perfect tomorrow.

We drink from a cup deceptively shallow
But gulping, drown within its wave.
Yesterday's path is hard to follow.

The paradise we wished to borrow
Has festered lonely in the grave.
None can create a perfect tomorrow.

We feed her shit she cannot swallow
And listen to her roar and rave;
Yesterday's path is hard to follow.

We draw the shade to block the window
And hug the little time we have.
None can create a perfect tomorrow;
Yesterday's path is hard to follow.