Today
Today became another yesterday:
A tired, worn ballad of blues that never ended.
Yesterday seemed better, a blurry vision of dreams,
today is no longer in itself but a shameless replica of yesterday.
Tomorow needs to come today, because yesterday can't be bared again.
But as i sit and contemplate, i know i see another today
Around the corner,
a second yesterday,
perhaps a better tomorow
But only perhaps...
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