yesterday's a memory,
tomorrows never their,
today is just a fantasy,
of which you think you care,
the memories they haunt us, in our dreams and fantasy,s
without tomorrows coming, were never to be free.

so all we have is whats today, as we go through life with nothing to say,
our thoughts they run all scattered, north, south, east, and west,
and when they finally do slow down, we find we failed the test.

for if their's no tomorrows and yesterdays are gone,
why do we keep hanging on, to all things that are wrong,
the truth is really out there, you can find it if you try,
and when you do, you will find out, today's the day you die.

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just wondering and picking out random thoughts.