Lupine-lord

Tormented By The Past Down the street I run Away from the beautiful past Insane this might seem People like beautiful experiences Away I run from the attractive past Past memories are only memories They never return, only written They do not live, they exist Tormenting the present, and future Never again they are encountered Forever gone they are – lost in the midst of other thoughts Ever waiting for their final rest, like spirits lost in the world Never finding it – forever roaming Best to be forgotten Difficult this is because of our nature One wishes to remember them, but wishes they have never existed By denying