Yesterdays a fiction story
kept my promise to keep in touch
even after all these years 
we never spoke too much

Old man tends his garden
where the dirt can be his elder
doesn’t want to know its secret
so he never thought to ask
never thought to ask

Wake the man in the dark
he won’t
wake the fears that are hiding
he won’t
Wake the man in the dark
He’s comical 
creating this world at all

Spend a lifetime growing 
so that you can end up where you started
doesn’t make much sense in knowing
the meaning of the dead
Flowers wilt and turn to dirt
so new ones takes its place in time
traces of its roots convert
like it was never there 

Come to say you caught my eye
watch your step your losing ground
watching up above you think you’ll ever come down
little did we know you’ll never want to be found