We can't go back,
the past lingers on,
haunting in mind.
Here I stand,
pass in mind,
am I there?
I try a move,
can't break the shove,
back I tumble,
in my heart and soul I rumble.
Yesterday in replay,
live and in living color,
so I reach for my dollar,
pay for past mislay,
times gone astray.
Future right in my eyes,
still a back stabbing surprise.
Presently I am,
yesterday I was,
so I fight for my cause.
Close old doors,
yet they swing open,
smacked right in the face,
so I sat in stupor,
mind diving steeper,
trying to be my soul keeper.
In my trance,
there's no romance,
love for what was,
was be gone,
I'm future prone,
right now strong.
G
My doors swing like bar-doors...keep on slapping me on the back or in the face on the "turn around"...lol!!
Thanks,
Emilie