Yesterday exists only in narrow windows of the brain
It can no longer be touched by the tangible and living
Nothing mortals have achieved will revisit it's somber departure
Though many chase its elusiveness quite maddenly so
'What if' is a meaningless aspect upon which to ponder
Everything in this life is but momentary, raptured in an instant
Touching Today, Holding it for as long as time will allow
Knowing inside that this too will be taken away just as quickly
Holding on to the lives that matter in the realm of one's existence
Letting the one's for love know just how much these moments mean
When she walks through that door, letting her know before she leaves
She is the one all the yesterdays foretold about in their ending songs
To see her in evening's embrace and frigid breeze was to know peace
Tomorrow she too could be gone, Knowing what she meant could mean everything
Endless whispering upon the callous brain, Endless turning upon a hamster's wheel
Writing these things for the world to see, Only those who matter will understand
Brevity of the present is all but assured. Few things in life can slow the blur down
Two months into the year already passed, Yet promising months lie still ahead
Forbidding the anticipation of it all, Living right here, taking this breath as it were the last
Exhaling gently the revelations of recent days, Closing eyes meant for dreaming
Sleep comes to all those good children of the Lord, Restful and content are they of faith
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