Yesterday's Fantasy (Poem)

For quite a while, I had a feature called "Minstrel Mondays," where I would share a poem or set of song lyrics of my own creation.  That feature has gone by the wayside for the most part, because I don't think there's a huge interest in my poetry.  I used to write a lot of them when I was younger, though they never got me anywhere.

Today I present a little poem I put together back in 2006, which may have some meaning for you.

Sticky day

that I'm feeling,

of things that flow around

me, unending passion

never realized,

forgotten with age,

fallen from the tree

of knowledge, we seek

something we'll never get.

Yet out of it all

we find some meaning

that was never meant

to be.

I can't see your face

anymore, that's why I

try to feel my own.

It's not what I remember,

this sanctimonious me,

the eyes that stare back

are somebody without a

care of what I want.

I forgot myself in the

haze of tomorrow's reality.

I'm happier in yesterday's fantasy.