Thoughts On Yesterday

I have been given a gift of poetic graces
Some health, a heart, a life
But why must I feel a compelling need
To slit my throat to feel alive?
For that one moment
My last breath
It's the only second I know I have lived
Because memories are dreams
Only known to me
Revealed in a reality all its own
Dare I prove yesterday exists?
When your past is not my yesteryear
You prove to me that I have a life
I will show you yesterday in my hand
Yesterday is you and I
Stuck in the dust
With our other persons
The ones that doubted today would ever come
But today is come
And we wipe our feet on its welcome mat
Today is come
And oh what would I give to feel alive.