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.