Yesterday grips me with so many memories.
Tomorrow teases me with promises I cannot find.
Today breeds tomorrow, born with the sun.
I am a moonlight baby.
If you dispel me you'll feel unshackled and at a loss, at the same time.
Borrow me and you'll want to own me.
I create a great illusion of love.
The question is: "Is it an illusion?"
Order me around and I'll change your home.
I'll make you keep articles reminiscent of us.
Or even just me.
Buy one more ticket.
It'll cease to be a show, when you realize the cast.
It's an enormous production.
And I'm not the host or the star. I'm a bit player edging along the sidelines.