I'm not quite chasing yesterdays,
but I'm not quite letting them go.
What's done is
What's gone is
But the memory remains.
And the memory inspires:
Inspires me to hope,
Inspires me to dream,
Inspires me to imagine.
And so I pray--not for a yesterday--
but perhaps a somewhat
If this setup seems somewhat familiar, you're right! This is a companion piece to "Hunting Tomorrows."