A Better Yesterday
A Better Yesterday
There's these voices,
They come to me;
Can somebody say what they mean?
It's like a blinded
epiphany,
telling me things that I'm doing
before they're even occurring.
In dreams,
I fall victim,
to my minds games,
I settle down and watch how things changed
and what they used to be.
Friendly faces all around,
but they're empty with expression
and deafening with no sound.
But if squint my eyes, and close the blinds,
perhaps it'll go away.
I'll just kick back, call it a night
and cast the key astray.
But maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
in a better yesterday.
I see in colours,
a kaleidoscope
of mental disarray.
Playing dot-to-dot with the stars
and fiddling with hollow jars,
scraping out the remnants
to try keep me sane.
Just to walk,
without a weight on my shoulders,
and a fire to fight all
the cold hearts away.
Then I would find it,
A restful peace inside;
A calm serenity;
The lonely running dry.
But if squint my eyes, and close the blinds
Perhaps it'll go away.
I'll just kick back, call it a night
And cast the key astray.
But maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
in a better yesterday.
But maybe I'll wake up tomorrow
in a better yesterday.
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