Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.
How easy it is to fool oneself. Yet it seemed so permanent, just like the cliff-top I’m standing on now. Yet, one day, it too will no longer be here. Troubles, I didn’t even see them creep up on me; from what she said I must have been feigning blindness for as long as it takes a man to wake up to reality.
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay.
Not just stay but multiply, like flakes of snow like powder on the ground, clinging to my toes, submerging my feet, creeping slowly up my shins, leaving me to wonder when, perhaps even if, release will come.
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Fool, as I was, no I am; for even now… hope beyond hope.
Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be,
Isn’t self-pity a wonderful thing: delight, luxuriate, revel, glory in… refuse to get up, refuse to face tomorrow.
There’s a shadow hanging over me,
a hiding place shielding me from the world.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly.
As it always does for blind bullheads.
Why she had to go I don’t know she wouldn’t say.
Or maybe, I refused to hear… Refused because I knew, I knew what she needed without having to ask her. And when she tried, then…
… I said something wrong,
and that was the end of that.
Now I long for yesterday.
Or at least for another chance, my lesson learnt.
Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.
So easy, even I messed up. But messing up isn’t the end; it can’t be; there’s got to be a way out.
Now I need a place to hide away.
Now I need to get up and face tomorrow. Take another throw, face my music, this time with ears open wide.
Oh, I believe in