Yesterday

I can't be me around you

Every little thing that I do

is just a ruse

A simple mimic of your simple movements

to please your simple musings on a stage

much too small

I'm sorry, I don't want the I

or you at all

But we cannot seem to come together

you

and I

And the steps to this dance,

the words to the song

are much more

than these shaking hands can seem to fix

on a page of tears

to fill a tub to scrub the skin

Of clinging hatreds

for the ringing bells

which echo as words hang;

I love you all and well

but you cling

to bombs in the swells of your brothers

breaking hearts

forever being

Nothing but reflections of yesterday

and I've ceased beating

on the doors, the windows and the walls

did you receive the keys

to the whole kingdom?

Better to use one, than to use none at all

but we do not entertain the ghosts

lingering in the past

howling in mists

wallowing with sands

slipping through fingers like the hourglass

only to be reset, forgotten

never missed

We do not fester with such jests,

to play along in madness and live in such unrest

sorrow is for that world

for yesterday

alone

we are moving onward

should you like to come along