ignore yesterday's rain
let it stay behind
for today is anew
tomorrow isn't promised
so live in the moment
enjoy making it last
there 's nothing to do
about the past
but learn from it

Am looking out of my window on a rainy day,
Thinking about a girl I met yesterday,
She had a lovely glance and gracious smile,
Oh, the soft skin went with her brown eyes,

I'm thinking about the words that came out of her lips,
The slow, steady walk as moves and her hips,
I'm thinking about the moment when I said goodbye,
It was a mere two minutes but a memory nonetheless for I,

I replay every word that I said to her,
Every movement that my body made at that time,
I'm thinking of a better way I could've made her smile,
Even though time had moved on, she's still in my mind,

I was quite proud of the weather today.
It was better.
You know, better than yesterday.

I didn't have to tilt my head in shade for that perfect lighting.
Or settle for the insecurities of a mess.
It was that perfect.
Somewhat like those yellow limes I often confuse for that ball I use for stress.

And then there was that centered daisy thing which completely complimented my skin,
Hassling it's persuasion of confidence in a glaze
Reiterating it's point like those quins I met yesterday.
Today was just about everything, but perfect.

I went from that almost comfortable feeling, to nothing.
To nothing, when I had to imagine that cute outfit I helped her pick out yesterday...
Being ripped off, for her to be ******.

I went from that warm weird feeling, to nothing.
To nothing, when she got a call...

"Hey,
Sure,
I'll be right there."

And at that point...
I realized I was simply that to her.
The piano guy.

I was quite proud of the weather today.
It was better...
You know, better than yesterday.

Today I wanted to tell her.
Although it was yesterday...
Today I wanted her to know for sure.

And suddenly...
That centered daisy thing began to shallow.
And at that point...
At that point I realized.
I was nothing.

It's a gorgeous day
Outside today
Enough to say
You'll pave the way
For it to be better than yesterday.

The time we grant each other is like that of a  
   syndicated movie
Not that anyone is watching
Might catch the end of it
For old time sake

   It's no mystery why there's this feeling on a
   Tuesday
Just like any other day
It all runs together
A watermark on a watercolor

    And with the way things are going who    
    knows
I might find a way out
If it pans out
If my luck doesn't
Doesn't run out

    So on that note I might see you at next years
    ball
Maybe watch it drop
Maybe midnight
Maybe I won't drop the ball

That elusive thought
Danced merrily away
Into the recesses of its play

Mocking me with its glee
Prancing away without regret
Giving me no reprieve and stay

Soul searing, mind wearing
As my mind meanders
And limps through the fray

Across landscaped extravaganza
And deep inner turmoils
The demons do come up to prey

I plod on undeterred in my path
That wayward thought demon
I encounter, confront and slay!!

I reckon google maps is the soulmate of the nostalgic,
The sentimental,longing for what was,
Searching for yesterday like a starving dog.
Sometimes ,more often than not,
I find myself looking out the window of a younger me.

And who are we,if not passing strangers on a foreign soil?

I believe google maps is the aplication for the past.
We are the effect of the places we roamed.
I find myself in a darkened room,
Yet still,everything that brought me here
Are the houses I slept in,
The roads I took,literally and figurately,
And the trees I rested under.