It is yesterday
That carves today
It is yesterday
That molds this way
How we get to feel
Decided upon
How the past is sealed
If we get to release
Solely hinges on
This former piece.
It is yesterday
That guides the present
It is yesterday
That steers this engine
Never was it the question
Whether or not
We shall abandon
The only concern
Is whether or not
We can change our opinion.
