The room around

well.....there are them walls...............that generate within............such emotions...........when we wander into those ..............."yesterdays"

The room around, four walls Plain, barren, white washed On the floor floated A thin trusted mattress

A simple glow of light That came from the corner Suspended the way it was As, through mangled webs

The smoke curling about Arising from around the lips I lay on that mattress A contemplating

That of, “yesterday” just gone by Did I ever realize? Tried as ever to reflect on, That was “yesterday”

Repeatedly it had me in its grasp Afloat, I in its wake, Did I consider the happenings? That do happen, and yet not For all, “that is”, is not that And yet To them, did I give any meanings? Those do mean, and yet do not

So then, what was it about that “yesterday” “That”, I did want realized For many a “yesterdays” that, Swept through time and again

Yes they cause very much a wanting Penetrating, through, my scrupulous mind That what makes me reflect sometimes? That very “what” I did in me feel

The time alone will tell “What” that is, “what” will it tell Yes I do contemplate on it Today and the tomorrows yet to come

Yes now that I look back All that was about “yesterday” Whence all that I did do, “that” was “nothing” But part of a wheel That moved, all those “yesterdays”.