Into Lines I Still Replay

RHYME OF YESTERDAY, TOMORROW, AND EVERY DAY

Yesterday whispered lessons only broken hearts could say,

Left its shadows on my footsteps, tried to pull me back its way.

It carved its name inside my memory, in lines that still replay,

A quiet echo in my chest that never fully fades away.

Tomorrow waits beyond the sunrise where my better dreams will stay,

Calling out with silver voices, “Come and carve a brighter way.”

It bends and shifts like distant light but never drifts astray,

A map of all the things I’ll be when night gives in to day.

And every day between them is the rhythm I obey,

Where I balance who I was with who I’m trying to portray.

Where the past and future wrestle for the right to have their say,

And I stand inside the middle like a verse that won’t decay.

Yesterday shaped me, tomorrow remakes me,

Every day breaks me and builds me the same way.

Time keeps rhyming, keeps climbing, keeps finding a way

To turn all my days into lines I replay.