Yesterdays Dust

Not all is real
our eyes receive
sometimes the deal
it can deceive
it's when we feel
that we believe ,
a single touch
does bring reprieve .

Instincts
give survival
so we milk this
for our revival
we get defensive
and in denial
of new happiness
in a downward spiral

Sometimes it's easy
to trust
but bad memories
won't allow this much
don't let the new days
through this get crushed
it only blocks our way
with yesterdays dust .