Yesterday’s Tomorrow


Walking towards tomorrow,

Slowly coming to a pause

Staring at the face of a stranger

One who remembers,

One who is lost…

“Leave behind the facade,” She whispers

“Forget today the meaning of why, remember who you are, wake the Soul inside…”


Walking away from yesterday

Taking moments time to reflect

A glimpse of an old face, a distant place

One which has yet to rest.

“A minute seems like years,” He states

“Moments in eternities, time is an uncertainty…”

“Remember my friend, and take this to your stage… remember my life, for meaning is worth little when the play has yet to arise…”


Standing in this moment,

Before the fork of time.

One path brings tomorrow,

One can bring back time…


For now I shall wait at yesterday’s tomorrow

For now I shall stay,

In Now…

All I want is…

“All I want is to recieve what I deserve…”

One  must be careful for what one asks for…  

Who determines what one recieves… do we? And if so… how can I place this judgement upon myself, how can I be objective? And yet, how can I ask someone outside of my life to understand my needs? How could I trust in another? This would put each as individuals in charge and responsible for our actions… we would be responsible and held accountable to ourselves. It is easy to put blame in an outside world, an outside force. “It is out of our hands” so to speak. It is easy to blame others for what is lacking, it is simpler to lose focus and watch, rather than take action and responsibility…

All I want is what I deserve…

Do I deserve happiness… whose to say if not I?

Do I deserve peace? Whose to say if not I?

Do I deserve pain? Whose to say if not I….

Could one be unbiased? Could one rise above individual needs? Could you? I know not, in this time and place… if I could.


What do I want to write about?  This seems to be the issue of the moment. I have been sitting here working on five different essays… all revolving around a similar point. A point which I fail to see…Intelligence, Judgement, Worth, Purpose and Meaning. While all the issues are large and complex… I find myself going back and forth between them.  One thought comes to mind, then lapses… finding it seemingly hard to make a point for argument, a point of reason or any point at all… Mush…

I sit here, coffee in hand,  listening to the rythm of the background music (aka elevator music), watching the locals enter the coffee shop, I drift… to and fro in the mush… my words, people, seemingly unrelated movements, seemingly unconnected realities… what makes these thoughts evolve… what makes this essay take shape?

Couples young and old lazily conversing… The father out for an early dinner with his daughter, individuals wrapped in thought, the employees seemingly busy behind the counter are as detached from their work as I am from mine… 

Then there are the technologies practically attatched to the bodies of so many… distractions.  Some sit and do as I do, write (or try to)… some listen to their music, some sit and watch their computers… some sit and read… some simply eat and stare off into their universe. Interesting to see so many different realities… so many connections made with little or no awareness of myself. I sit and write about my surroundings, about all the strangers I do not know… and yet I do know them in my world… I imagine their lives from their actions, from their behaviors and from my thoughts, my imagination…  observing is what makes these situations real in my world. For how else can I experience it without imagining it…  seemingly unrelated movements, seemingly unconnected realities… are connected for my mind. Here in my universe all the randomness makes sense, all the chaos is explained to my curious mind…


I wonder what point I am trying to make… perhaps sometimes there is no point at all… perhaps sometimes  we must simply observe and imagine… perhaps the unrelated and unconnected are not and we simply fail to see

Or perhaps it is just mush…