Did Yesterday's Mistakes Occur
I don't know
Which way is home,
Yesterday is kept in store
By memory alone,
The inaudible screams
The motionless violence,
They bounce in the emptiness
Of utter silence,
Truth and happiness oscillate
But are not of the same sort,
I'm lost between connotations
But i seem to come up short
On the perceptions of reality,
There's no such thing as rewind
But it feels a never ending torque
Fueled by vague echoes of anguish
Cherished recollections
That race in a loop, intertwined,
Locked into the inevitable
Memories fade to a blur
Everything bleeds into what now is
Did yesterdays mistakes occur?
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