Past
haunts and stalks us
it
peeps now and it will peep then
It
will come knocking on your door
and
you'll run to it again
with
mind frozen and heart enthralled
You
will try to resist yourself
It
is difficult as you'll then recall
what you cannot really erase from you
and
has really made you who you are
but
you will be squashed in your two faces
But
then living in your past makes you sad
both
expressively and as a person
and
you'll try to look forward to a vivid fresh face
that
makes you up and dresses you up
in
a more assiduous way
You
might seek for its traces in the new face
and
replacements in a new grace
but
faces are never the same again
even
they are squashed between their two sides
You
can sense your past in your heart
but
it's gone farther than you assume
Just
before you felt it by your side
It
was gone on a path far and wide
