Another spiny day killed.
As I wind up the day
with a mere pleasure.
laying in bed inertly,
and drowning in casual thoughts.
Asking myself,
What is immortality?
Having a really long life,
or
having a typical one
with precious attainments
that will be memorialized
by the world
forever?
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, i'm not half the man I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me.
Yesterday, came suddenly.
1965: The Beatles - Yesterday
