Yesturmorrow Poem by Sabeel twy

On my way to yesterday,
That feeling oh so strong,
Those faces that stare back at me as if there's nothing wrong,
And in a flash I see I see,
A bright immaculate silhouette of me,

I stare at him, stare back in glee,
As I watch him so unflinchingly,
His words will soon set me free...

Your stench is that of borrowed time,
Who are you sir just in my mind?
Your clothes are worn just like your flesh!
But when I woke I did my best!
I am your best you so detest the golden jewel amongst your mess!
Your face is full and clothes so cool you look to me a trendy fool!
My friend my soul, my body and mind we are but one, one of the same kind,

I stare at him, stare back at me,
As I watch him so unflinchingly,
His words will soon set me free,
On my way to yesterdays memories.