Lost Yesterday

[comfortablyanon]

All I can do is envy the broken heart
As I sit stagnant, observing the death of art
Gazing with color into a heaven far away
Hoping for a glimpse of my lost yesterday

All I can do is envy laughter shared
As I idly deem my own heart impaired
Wanting too deeply the acclaim from all
Needing just one, out to whom I can call
Gazing with color into a heaven far away
Hoping for a glimpse of my lost yesterday

Wounds frozen lifeless from a life on display
Dying for the warmth, yes, the burn, of my lost yesterday
All I can do is envy the vigor in their song
As my notes fall flat, blunted for so long
Gazing with color into a heaven far away
Hoping for a glimpse of my lost yesterday

I sit pushing against the weight of lost time
As they stand weary, then step back
From the suicide of their prime
If I’m to rain on their summer
then in my ball I’ll stay curled
A consuming android
In an organic world

I long for but a spark, of the fire of old
To burn today’s pages, so a new tale can be told
Yet I sit amiss, too off course even to sway
Gazing with gray into a heaven, still too far away
Hoping for a glimpse, of my lost yesterday