IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW AND FIND IT IS YESTERDAY ONCE AGAIN

If I wake up tomorrow and find it is yesterday once again,

I'll bask in the warmth of lost moments, where memories remain.

In the dappled light of yesteryears, where time stands still,

I'll chase the echoes of laughter down memory's winding hill.

I'll dance upon the melodies of forgotten songs,

And marvel at the symphony that forever throngs.

Footsteps retraced in the sands of time erased,

A second chance to mend what once was misplaced.

Yesterday's sun will paint the sky with golden hues,

As I traverse the landscape, weaving through the old cobbled queues.

Each touch, each scent, a tapestry of nostalgia unfurled,

A kaleidoscope of whispers from a long-lost world.

The air will be thick with dreams I left behind,

Whispered promises and secrets too precious to find.

In conversations with ghosts, I'll remember and regret,

But also find solace and forgiveness, lest I forget.

As yesterday unfolds in front of my yearning gaze,

I'll drink from the fountain of forgotten days.

To rewrite the stories, amend the sorrows written,

To heal wounds that have lingered, burdened, and smitten.

But as the moments pass, drifting like grains of sand,

I'll come to realize that yesterday can never truly withstand.

For time is a river, flowing ceaselessly to tomorrow's shore,

And yesterday's treasures, as sweet as they were, must be adored no more.

So if I wake up tomorrow and find it is yesterday once again,

I'll cherish the memories, but embrace what lies ahead, my friend.

For life dances onward, a symphony yet untold,

And tomorrow's sunrise holds the promise of stories yet to unfold.