Born Yesterday Poem by Timmy Curran

Oh wow, you should've been born yesterday,
it was all there, just not
always on constant display
things were okay, just like
they appear to be on this day
Hate the thought you'll never
know a world covered in an ignorantly blissful veil

All is vanity, insanity and look at me
there's feelings everywhere
but a tear of compassion
is to be found in no corner, anywhere
Yesterday we didn't know about hate,
didn't see the woods before they
charged through the trees
there was only you, looking straight out to me

Valleys turn to peaks, then back again to our feet
the old decide the fates
of how the future generates
The young, thinking love will see through hate,
when they get old they see the cycle
it is the yesterday that will always bind us