Let go

Yesterday is likened to dust
Blown away as the moon strolls in
You cannot touch it
Or tell it your regrets.
The days hold a withering song
Songs we were never told about
Songs we sing in ignorance
But are surprised
When the lyrics are deciphered.
To hold yesterday is to sing a dirge
To hold dust in a land of storm
So even when you hold on
It still leaves you surprised
Let
Go.

LARDO