When I Look Back

I see a crooked path
Winding from scene to scene
All of those waystops
And all of the memories
Fragments from a wayward life
That make up all that I am
Cherished
The forrest is now cleared
Only stumps do remain
The shade it used to cast
On those who gathered below
Echoes from distant life
Of encounters and adventures
Now perished
But I will tell the great tales
Of the things we all did
Of great fish to be caught
And of the things that we hid
Of the people that we met
The crazy deeds to be proud of
And embellished

The world was not the same
So easily people took the blame
We used to open up soon
ever ready to share the moon
Then the Forrest fell
The crooked paths were easy to tell
Swampy land dried
And we all cried
Those distant sounds remain to confuse us
to carry into sadness ,happiness they refuse us
Darkness is growing fast
Void is becoming so vast
What we did is dusted off
from the memory of the world
Still, we rise daily to shake our mind
Not knowing memories are turning blind
The people we met and participated
are also decimated
The world is turning into a death machine
For anything that is past its teen
Devil is now the sponsor of the time
Remembering anything good is a crime
What is ahead of us is not worth a dime
The time machine has passed its prime

And yet I remain and endure
In a world that's no longer pure
In a world of malice and hate
Held up by another mandate
The trees, who left long ago
Their shade, we blindly forgo
Once covered my life in peace
A sentiment, now deceased
For the sunbaked road ahead
A path which, now, is dead
Won't stop me from my journey
Even if it be a gurney

No need to be sad
The world was always evolving from Bad to Bad
We all think we are going ahead in time
But the fact is that time is running after doing a crime
The clock is not turning
The future is burning
we can not go-ahead
That road is dead
Past is a grave of time
But the future wants only for itself a good time
So time is the criminal
And we all are vulnerable
Peace was the other name of hard work
when the forest was open for a day's work
When forest left the land
we are standing on the sand
So hourglass knows we are done
Still, government asks us to share with the fun
This battle everyone loses
There is none who won

The reflection behind me, doesn’t speak,
for his words, come from his finger beats,
I also see him, holding a book of cheer,
instead of the poison, of experienced beer,
the pane also bares, so much potential,
that has turned out, quite differential,
thus, when I look back, I see clarity,
where they was no talk, of complexity,
although he is my past, he is very much me,
so when I reminisce, I become happy,
hence, when I look back, it’s a reminder,
an order for me, to act a lot kinder.

And with the clock running low
I'll visit a world now gone
To reminisce on all that has been
With all of the seeds that I've sown
In all of those hours before dawn
I can only now tell you of when
Down every road would I go
Endure every pain until wan
Just to see it through to the end