Nothing to be said about yesterday
that left us
so cruelly
we were yet to lament its desertion
Nothing be said about today
that breezed through our hairs
so gently
we were yet to appreciate its existence
And about tomorrow
we will be trapped in our own vehicles
old and deteriorated and forever fastened unto us
and travel in silence
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