All of My Yesterdays

All of My Yesterdays 
 
Memories of things, 
We can only lose. 
Memories of people 
Always fuse 
Memories of light, 
Memories of night, 
Of days spent dreaming, 
Of nightmares dreaded, 
And bad paths treaded, 
 
And today 
We are alive. 
What does it mean? 
I think so I am. 
I feel because I breathe. 
 
My footprints in the sand 
Time tramples on, 
And I am forgotten. 
Stripped of the flesh, 
 
Bones from Atoms, 
Interred and forgotten,  
Laughter, 
Tears and farts, 
And sickness of heart 
 
Today  
In your eyes 
I am singing, dancing,  
Soon to be sleeping 
Where I dream  
False realities, 
Of a wishful mind, 
 
A tenant renting time, 
In debt to death 
Forever, 
A sobering word 
For the unknown, 
The nonexistent 
That drifts from me, 
Threatens 

Everything I am 
Folded, wrapped tight, 
Bits and bytes 
Saved and kept 
Photographs on mantelpieces,  
Trinkets and lottery bets, 
Captured motions, 
 Of reflexes--smile, 
Moments beguile. 
Forever and always 
Today and tomorrow, 
And yesterdays