THE PAST

The past is gone, can't be undone.
It flies so fast than light.

Past haunts, it hunts you down.
Among all sharp weapons, past is sharper.

It chases and aims at tomorrow.
Past is a fallen time, defeated;

It arises and crushes the future.
Once saddled with its shackles,

You become a dancing leave in the air,
Tossed through the present,

Like a saint who doubted his faith.
Past is a knight in war.

It roars like Goliath before you, 
But can be conquered through scars;

Scars that remind of the past.
Why fight it?