“Writings to a Robin”
I lose a day every day.
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life.
Yesterday was the last day.
Tomorrow I will live again.
Yesterday I was dead.
Always leaving and never arriving.
Is life accidental or on purpose?
Maybe a part of some future plan in the past.
I never seem to remember.
What day was it yesterday?
Tomorrow was?
Did yesterday really happen?
Life never happens like we expect.
Did tomorrow pass without yesterday?
Tell the Wizard he’s three days late for school already.
Was the time too late for today?
Did you drink enough coffee?
On a refracted day in May that was reflected by the light’s thought.
- J.B. Billet’s – May 31, 2011
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