Footsteps in the dark,
noisy sounds in the park.
Nightmare dreams sleeping,
big red eyes peeping.
In the brain blast,
something stalking from the past.

Something is surely chasing,
whether or not we want to be facing.
Sooner or later it might catch up,
either thrill or make us corrupt.
We should know our joys,
as well as our sorrow,
hopefully we can survive tomorrow.

The past has a way of stripping,
especially if we were
to far out tripping.
Most that get hooked on
alcohol and dope,
might end up needing the Pope.
Either way living,
somethings are just not forgiving.

Some are lucky to survive
positively
or
to survive at all.

G