Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday I was sixteen

I had one, not mine, dream.

Had it all figured out –

Didn’t know I was delusional.

The day before, I was ten;

Hadn’t learned the word “care”

– about others, myself, future…

I just loved being a loser.

Last Sunday, I was five

Without a grain of salt in mind.

Life was done each night and I

Saw just the twelve hours I had.

On a Friday, I was born

And cried hard

Almost like I had known

Of the things that would go wrong.

I’m just twenty

And at times it feels like eighty.

Yet or still –

No one takes us seriously.

But a day years ago

Felt like travelling the globe

And today’s more like

Blink – and the lights are out.