Brand New Yesterday Poem by Raven Black and Blue

It had a perfect shape of sharp edges
with curves and lines on each side
at the bottom is a tip of two lines that merges
into one that is dark and somewhat wide

Thinking about what shape it was, I cannot recall.
Yesterday was brand new to me but empty.
It seems like it can be seen in a great big hall,
full of strange shapes that looks dull and lonely

Still thinking what shape it was but got no clue
My vision of the past is clearer than the blur;
My train of thoughts made me see some of the few
but my eyes were skeptical of what did occur

Suddenly I saw this one thing, then realized the deal.
That one thing unfolded the truth in my vision
Thoughts are just brand new when you think and feel
but yesterday is just like a book that's fiction