When I long once more for yesterday,
What illusion of it do I miss?
Is it death of youth I find I mourn…
Little else is worth a backward glance.
I allow my mind to surf the past
Ignoring the pitfalls waiting there,
The memory of the tidal waves
I rode while living yesterday.
And yet… what is this melancholy,
I have when traveling back in time,
What in my past I want recovered…
Could it really be just youth I miss?
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