PAST by MwsR
Sometimes the past comes up near your face
No where to run, no chance trying to escape
You’ll see it in familiar people’s faces
Words that you overhear
Similar for instances
Same pathways trod
It will mock the new you you’ve become
You will never be able to out run
So you must not linger
This is the way of things
The way life does
Our past serves as a remembrance of things
It makes us a realist.
There is no other way to explain this.