Its fronds reach out to all of us
But yet we do not feel
Its attempts to qualify our daily life
Left alone – is it too weak to be real?
The way it dictates every living second
The here, the now, our present
Even though its time has long since passed
Its lessons are there; we are hesitant
It’s in the past, we must move forwards
For the past is nowhere to live
But still its tentacles, invisible to sight
Harness a power – freedom, they will not give
It’s a word, a title, a name, a thing
But does it really exist?
This force so strong it pulls our path
Yesterday. Is it real or just a myth?
© Jade Reyner 2013