The past
+11I walked down a muddy road once,
thought I’d never look back,
my feet clouded the dusty skies
and behind me I left a track.
I made a few wrong turns ,
none too proud,
I carried them around me like a shroud,
till one day I decided to turn around.
I walked backward to where I began,
my knees shook beneath me
and I ran,
all the way back
This path was none but,
the road of my life,
it colored me gray
from all of my strife
I walked back and forth
between the pasts
till I got tired, at last
I realized what I was looking for alas….
I traveled on the road,
through past and present,
looking for my future but then again,
as I decided to walk backward
the road lengthened
I will tell you why
because I wasted
a part of my present and future
looking for it in the past…