Yesterday was better.

He looked at the moon.     

As if it spoke,  

Silently of his emptiness.
He smiled.

And sighed.

The signals on the street,
Red yellow and green, 
All were the same.
He lost the sight of right or wrong.

 He was numb. 
And this wasn't the first time.
His soul toppled and turned,
In his body a hundred times.

A hundred times,
He felt incomplete.
Like his story has ended.
But he is alive.

He drove on an endless road. 
Off to a journey unknown.
He loved his state.
He loved being lost.

And He loved saying,
This over and over again,
Yesterday was better, 
When he was in love. 
In his thoughts,
He lived there, 

Forever.