Promises of the mind set aside in
the days of youth; visions stored
in a hopeful place to become dim
memories and fade away.
A glimpse into the window of twilight
time lays the tombstones of yesterday’s
promises; rubble covered with reminiscent
Embers burn within the soul, no peace
can one find; there are fewer tomorrows,
weep for the uncertainty of the future and
of dreams left behind.
If you could turn back time would you trust
your heart to relive your life. Would you
accept the future whatever it may be, would
you disregard truth and trust what your eyes
Yesterday’s promises are hidden dreams, try to
find new excitement in your life, rid yourself
of turmoil and strife.
Wake up your conscious your journey is not yet
over, there are new mountains to climb, forget
the rubble of yesterday, use wisely your time.