Yesterday called itself today
and I have become a victim of time.
Time is a cruel culprit.
It's left me empty and exhausted.
The promise of tomorrow was a mirage
that disappeard into the air like vapor.
Memories of words unspoken drift away
like flower petals dancing carelessly in the wind.
Pretty pictures remain framed on my mantal
but the face in the mirror has changed.
As the pendulum swings,
I've lost who I wanted to be.
I’ve been robbed by the good thief
called time.
