The past walks among us,
Lives our life for us,
Betrays the present,
Like nobles the peasant,
And strikes the day down blind.
(The grind
Of past wretchedness:
Rocks on top of sour eyes).
Lead punctuates our minds,
Where hidden truth lies
Chained and overran –
The past’s malicious plan.
Move forward look backwards –
(Make us all cowards).
Consciousness un-keen,
Happiness lies unseen.