yesterday_today_tomorrow

yesterday, you left me
today, you still possess me
nothing left for me to do
then just to watch and let you

without you I can't breathe
can't speak or see or be
this was nothing that I chose
but it's how the story goes

yesterday, you burnt me
tomorrow, you'll return to me
nothing left for me to do
then just to watch and let you

you are how i express myself
my pretend book on my pretend shelf
suddenly you're gone
and all of me is gone

yesterday, you left me
today, you still possess me
nothing left for me to do
then just to watch and let you
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Faith. Ah... that's the word I was looking for...
This poem sort of capsules that word. Think of it like
this. Yesterday my faith abandoned me. Today it still
possesses me. Tomorrow it'll come back to me. Faith
always comes and goes in our lives. Doesn't have to
be faith in God. Could be faith in life, faith in your
friends... faith in the future. Faith in the fact that some
day, everything will actually be allright. Sometimes
that faith grows strong in us. "I think we can make it".
Othertimes it fades, becomes weaker, perhaps even
leavesus completely: "There's nothing we can do..."
It can stay away for hours, days, even years; if we're
unlucky we won't ever see it again. I'd like to say most
of the times it comes back to you. But the truth is,
when it does, it'll often just pop in for a visit. You gotta
really embrace it if you wanna keep it for a longer time.
And you know what? Ask me. I know the trick of keeping
your faith - course I do, strange if I didn't, being an
expert of losing my faith ought to teach me something
about it, right? Right. All you gotta do is, don't get in
to it. If you realize faith for what it actually is, you're
screwed. Messed up. Down the Faithless Hill 'tords
deterioration. I don't wish that upon anyone. So I'm
not gonna tell you. You just figure it out for your own
part. If that's where you wanna go.