Inspiration like peace, steals my life
measured in moments wasted.
Wondering what it all means.
Did you ever love me?
Was it all just a game.
What did I mean to you!
But that was yesterday.
Yesterday came tomorrow.
Unforgiveable like that car crash.
Like that tumor.
Like that dissolved sense of youth.
Like that wasted sense of self.
Peter pan grows up in the end.
Only to stab hearts in the throat.
I was nobody then. A maturing abstraction now.
An outsider limited by-
That was yesterday's youth.
Today was tomorrow.
Only... not.
Today's yesterday has no place.
Tomorrow's today... he has dues to pay, lives to save, to create, to nurture.
Tomorrow's today comes today.
And he has the weight of his world on her shoulders.
He has no obligation to a past
He has no concern for.
Tomorrow's today, everyday, has to grow on, and bear the world
that is
her.
Bear the world.
Dream.
Conquer.
Perish yesterday.
Your wind has come.
Ash carried to a far off place.
To another outsider who has not found his tomorrow, today.
