Living in the Young Yesterday
Today, the young bodies have old souls.
Intuitive minds are left in the dust.
Love relies on broken telephones.
Feelings are withdrawn from the human visibility.
Everyone's vulnerable and has their own disability.
Back to the young yesterday, old bodies had young souls.
Life had a meaning other than looking like molds.
The perception that life was only once seen.
Beautiful young yesterday
and I don't like how tomorrow has been.
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