Strange Days

Yesterday is here
Like an old memory
Frayed edges
And faded words
I can’t quite recall
Though I can see it
Everywhere I look
And hear it
Spoken
In today's language
But the shapes and words
Are mournful echoes
Of yesterday

Where is today?
Does it live
In our dreams?
Or maybe another's?
Is today what it seems?
Can we find it
If we close our eyes?
Will it be there
When we get off work?
When we’re finished crying?
Where does it lurk?
Is it far away?
Who has taken today?

Tomorrow is lost
It’s not just an issue
Of forgetting
But rather understanding
Or not understanding
Maybe it’s the questions
That I ask myself
When I open my eyes
And wonder
What has happened
To the future
And if we'll ever
Remember tomorrow