What was the past?
Why is it that we live for the past?
A place deep in our heads that does not last
As all it is is the turn of the page
And one more notch into our age
I say then why do we think about it and cling?
It is just another part that deteriorates as a thing
A memory that cannot be held onto by your hands
A place that vanishes right where you stand
To seek no more what has just disappeared
To put one now at rest to see crystal clear
Knowing now that this does not exist
To put the "mind" at ease and no longer persist
Dom*Colucci © 2021
~image from google images~
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