Why did you bury Yesterday in such a shallow grave?
Why invest so much of your time in what no longer exists?

There you are, on your hands and knees
In the overturned dredgings of the past

Why must you insist upon exhuming the elapsed?
Constantly picking through and re-examining memories and moments

It would seem that you are looking for evidence ... of what?
*Are you hoping to find a pulse of life, among all that decay?