Time of viewMature

Yesterday's shrouded,
in half-forgotten fantasy.
Tomorrow's baby blue
bright-eyed hope.

Today is doubtless misery.
Today is a never-ending torment.
You can never leave today,
today is always here.

Crystal balls and photographs,
home video and time machines,
just another yearning
for a different time.

Crimson tinted glasses
hide yesterday's blood,
no shades can see if
the horizon gleams or burns.

The End

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