ZEN AND THE ART OF OPPORTUNITY
Yesterday I resisted you
Tomorrow gone mute you fly away
Yesterday you were black as the track of fright
Tomorrow I will be white as the underside of ambition
Yesterday you said you would be the one true teacher
Tomorrow I graduate with honors and other animals
Yesterday you pushed the sun closer to the moon
Tomorrow the stars realign and spell forgiveness
Yesterday I will never have again
Tomorrow will always be mine - except one time
- Arnie Reisman
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