Living In Yesterday
Life is a mystery; that slowly unravels;
its clock, ticking; day by day;
time keeps going. while we look back;
still living in yesterday.
Thoughts create our future and past;
memories; painted on a scroll;
while time stands still; nothing lasts;
motion is the life of a soul.
There is no future; that’s to be;
it’s already come and gone;
we’ve lived it all, in yesterday;
today; it’s time to move on.
Time commands we look to tomorrow;
nothing past, can long remain;
all our divisions, hatred, and sorrow;
we find are no longer germane.
Still, we find ourselves looking back,
as tho there’s something to see;
in time; all our memories turn black;
each life is an evolving mystery;
We firmly believe; we’re in control;
that our future is ours to see;
it’s beyond the purview of any soul;
futures become destiny.
Life is a mystery; that slowly unravels;
each life has something to say;
as time keeps growing. we look back;
finding we’re living in yesterday.
Monty 6.4.26. # 3,347