Facing the past means letting go
Of things we might not want to
Sometimes it hurts more
Than anything else we will ever do

This

Look at the rain hitting the pavement

it's like a looking glass that magnifies

and signifies all that was

the patter

Go back to the beginning
Find out where you went wrong
While you are on your travels
Try and write a new song

Along the way

Past Thought
The time of pacification, shattered in the midst of a moment,
Led to dine with the oppressed at the table of

What would have been if I had died?
I was lying in that bed, in fear...
Fear for what I've missed out on,
but you were no where