Not Like Yesterday (slight change of plans)
No, it's not like it was. Not anymore. I've changed, you've changed, and we don't share that same kind of love we used to dream about.
Always looking towards the future in hopes of catching it, letting it slip away. Not realizing that fate was being carved by our own hands. Or, maybe we did notice, and didn't react, trapped like medussa's stare down a black hole of a vacant pair of eyes as the signs pass by. 'stop, turn back, detour, wrong way, do not enter, exit only.'
Things change, we react, And sometimes it's not for the better. Though I guess we don't really know until the end right?
A bigger picture, a moral on the wall, just a piece of the art it's drawn on. And I can't see it, wondering if your eyes are any better. Maybe I'm too close? Should I step away for a second, get my bearings straight? I guess how far is the real question. I'm afraid that if I turn away for even an instant, you'd change, and I won't even recognize you anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem