Yesterday I searched

For answers never meant to be questioned

Yesterday I skimmed

My hands over the cover of the newspaper

dusts stuck on my fingers

Yesterday I cried

Leaving small dotted blotches on my pillow

Yesterday I searched

For tomorrow’s answer

Wondering what lies before us

One day they said changes will assume

But children are sleeping in fright

Yesterday has a dusty morning

Sky painted with ink

Red soaked into clean sheets

Eyes never again to be met

Noise embroidered the loud silence

The silence around us enlarged

I drowned in myself in the unforeseeable future

Like a lost passenger in the woods

Whose voice could only be heard by passing birds

Yesterday I searched

For every day’s answer