Yesterday, it’s burnt, by time into its exhaust

How was it so easily lost?

It does not easily give into remembrance

Unless something special makes an entrance

There are many such yesterdays

That are now in memory’s braise

What are we to do with that collection?

It’s too vast to have an individual connection

When the inner space is built with those bricks

The past will never darken or be eclipsed

It will be strengthened by this moment, it is waiting in line

To reach yesterday’s unrecognizable coastline

Yesterday, it was once fuel for the engine of time

Which is now onto carefree lives at their prime

We can safely turn off time’s destructive burner

When we wear awareness in every moment as our armor