Yesterday seems so far away,
but I don't care no more.

I just hope that when tomorrow comes around,
I feel like I did before.

I'm sitting here, staring at the door,
waiting for someone new to walk through.
*** I can't keep sittin here for you.

I met her in New Orleans.
Carrying luggage and sins,
I called out to her, a quiet hello.
She shot me an unfamiliar look,
yet I felt it was one I did know.
Maybe I saw it once or twice,
on a moonless night, long ago.

And as she did approach,
the street was overtook,
by her presence; so strong.
Though years had passed,
and memories did come and go,
since we last did meet,
we felt that love from long ago.

We spoke until the Sun did set,
everything from there felt preset,
as if Shakespeare himself,
wrote me as Romeo,
and her as my lovely Juliet.
Lovers from long ago,
with everything and nothing to know.

If the clouds are seas that drowed,
then what does that make me,
everytime you come around?
I see you, but our eyes dont meet.
Even when my  heart goes to another,
I still taste defeat of you, my real lover.
Will my heart fall apart over and over again,
'till sorrow is all that's within,
or tomorrow will I be able to say,
that I forgot your lyrics today?

Celebrities are gods shrowded in myth and perception.
               Students....the finger puppets of Capitalism's cornerstone.
    Television, the other member of the family.

Dinnertable conversations are boring/ignorant "discussions"
     of issues too watered-down.

Children aren't born into the world anymore, they're being forced this time.

Looking over there,
I remember memories so clear.

Every step is the past,
thats why I dont walk fast.

My calender is just pages with ink,
stopping me from a timeless way to think.

My watch was a reminder of the future,
and my second hand became a blur.

The childhood I had seemed like a dream,
it all went so quick and without me, it did seem.

A morning becomes the night so quick,
my day is starting and over so much, its sick.

The dates to remind ourselves are just bookmarks,
to destroy days and make room for remarks.

The love you have goes at such a speed,
because enough time with anyone will fill the need.

Babies are memories when the elders are dust,
and the faded cards are shredded and playgrounds rust.

The text books speak of dates as if so long ago,
but to those names it was yesterday, or atleast seemed so.

The long nights that felt like forever,
were longer ago then you care to endeavor.

My life is going without me,
I can open my eyes, but I dont see.

Before it can be realized I'll have this done,
and it will be time to set the Sun.

Guess thats just what happens when sand falls,
we lose ourselves and become memories, thats all.

All the time I have,
is all the time I had

If stars' light travelled so long ago,
then just what is it that we know?