Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

He said it was deja vu,
looking back on you
as in me,
of course,
and while you thought this would rhyme,
I didn't neccessarily have the time,
to think straight or be straight or
have my dick raise straight because
of the confines of waistbands and underage
and  tomorrows cross.
The cross that of course hangs over our heads
until we ourselves hang on it.
Remember how things were, and keep
up mindsets.
Keep up hope and dreams of yesterdays
return.
For nothing is more fearful
than tomorrow being nothing like yesterday,
but in the end today.

Reviews

[Amber]

Greatly written!! Very inspirational!!