Twas a year gone by.
She wondered silently.
Time flying quickly.
Memories fading quietly.
What shall remain?
Of what had passed.
You never think about it.
Said an old adage.
Her past was her baggage.
Unable for her to let go.
The good always flies by.
The bad rears its shadow.
The haunting shadow,
That doesn't dim with light,
That burns eternally in the dark.
Sparks of the afterglow,
Is felt at this very moment....
She keeps walking,
She keeps living.
She tries to change.
She plays the present.
But the rewind button,
Always in control.
Keeps pausing to the moments,
That can never be fast forwarded.
Heart of hearts she yearns,
To live in the present,
even with the shadow haunting.
Is there anybody to show the way?
Or is she just a lost soul,
Without an anchor in sight.
'Twas her past remains,
Even if a year goes by.
Alas, similar feelings I share
ReplyDeleteAnd the past seems just as today, it were
I relive the glory, pain and anguish in pack
And decide to block the clock turning back
Before my heart breaks again
Cos 'twas, a few years of pain
The future is bleak, possibilities aplenty
Out of which all but one bears no entry
Get away from the past tense and the future tense
Rewind and fast forward hath not a defence
The present presents the real present!
And enjoy the life that god has sent...
What happened happened for good
What is going to happen will happen for good
What is happening is happening for good
But lets not worry about the first two for good :)
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