Rearview

b-LAH-que

As I reach back, time moves ahead
And I reach out, sweet memories within my grasp 
By melancholy I am led 
to feeling that I've come to lack
Memories keep moving back
in rearviews on life's great racetrack
further back
further back into my past


The fondest memories I can tap
are trapped within, and in their grasp
I'm pulled back right where I begin
right into the past

 

I look ahead and am now lost
I look around, don't rocognize these brand new paths
and intersections I now cross
forward timeline, such a loss
for my energy is lost
on looking up and looking back
in rearviews on life's great racetrack
looking back 
looking back into the past

  • Author: b-LAH-que (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2017 22:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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