How Many More Yesterdays?

Here's a new poem.  I might turn it into a song.  Haven't decided.

How Many More Yesterdays?
written by Ryan Matthew Ewing

When you're enjoying the sunset and it's not on purpose
And it's not really an accident cause it's just sort of there
And the best times gone by are all so spacious
Trying to remember who you were but not why or where
When it all catches up
In the clearness of the daze

And you're just sort of there
Cause it's a trick that time plays 
And when you think you've lost count
How many more yesterdays

When you start answering your own questions
And stop talking in a backwards foundation
Just to calm down your fainting regressions
You don't seem to understand your own translation
When you catch yourself
At the end of the maze
And you're just sort of there
Slow again and again it replays
But if they're all just out of reach
How many more yesterdays

Oh, where did all those good times go
Oh, when did we forget the subtle art of conversation
Oh, were they only so good to begin with
Oh, was it all just left to misinterpretation

When you stop breathing together and loving completely
And start staring off into the cold lonely distance
But you keep it inside concretely, discretely
You've all but given up on your resistance, existence
When you're caught so tight
And the past disobeys
But you're still just sort of there
How many more yesterdays?