Yesterday I was a worker,
Waiting relentlessly a month to end
For another month to end.

Yesterday I was strong,
Pushing tomorrows farther and farther,
Holding ideas as hard as I could.

Yesterday I was calm
As the sleep au Clair de Lune,
Unaware of its ill.

Yesterday my stomach did not hurt
Every time I heard non-sense stories
About who should control my body.

Yesterday I felt powerless, too.
I could not seek me for I was
Hid under the ground, neglected.

Yesterday I was trapped
To believe in freedom and love,
But they all revealed incompatible.

Yesterday I was dead,
Today I live, and tomorrow,
What's the point of it?
It'll eventually
Be another yesterday,
a day for mistakes and childish foolishness.