Past Is Present
Flashbacks of wasted days
Unforgettable wild ways
Past days, past ways
Impossible to erase
Impossible not to learn from
Thinking what your earned from
Living for your own pleasure
Looking for some kind of treasure
Of youth and of booze filled haze
Now your left wondering thru the maze
Of past and of present
Trying to live in the proper state
Of mind and things you left behind
That’s just matter of thought,
The matter of things that you want to hide
From yourself, trying to catch-up from behind
The self created illusion of life, sharp as the knife
Cutting the soul, piercing all
What you want, what you need
What you think you’re in for
In this life that you’re not sure
Is worth existing for.
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