| Music – Horizon |
| Yesterday, Our life is nothing but days, The constant moving of time, From the day of our first sunray, And then, all the way down the line, Till now this day, this is life, Yet when one looks at times like this, It verifies, That is all life is, Yesterdays are today’s tomorrows, Our lives are filled to the brim, With days that time borrows, Knowing what the next day will bring, It means nothing to some people. This is true, For they still prefer to live in the past, Not realizing that l have already said adieu, To the previous day, as it was the last! Don’t do yesterdays anymore. They have now gone away, Now don’t get me wrong or misunderstand, But with time, the previous day, Is no longer important, For it is today now that matters the most, Not yesterday, nor even tomorrow, It is this day in which l am now engrossed, For yesterday was for the sorrow! What is done is done. This l will not deny, But leave yesterday be, Stop playing on time and defying destiny, Now’s time to clear yesterday’s debris, Move on with your path, Forgot what was the previous day, Look forwards now to the aftermath, And forget about shared history, For today is but another day, Tomorrow is the same as well, Yesterday has now, as said, gone away, Another day that fell, Into the horizon of all used time, I have forgotten about yesterday already, And only look forwards to today’s climb, Today was tomorrow’s yesterday! © Rory Matier 2018 |
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Earthly Comforts 
I fully agree with you Rory. A chain of todays and tomorrow’s rapidly passing into yesterdays.
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