| The Past My eyes are tired My mind is not Running with These empty thoughts. What could have been. What I should have done. My sleep is lost, My mind has won. My pen to slow, For my mind, to fast. I try to catch Each thought of the past. To live for your future, Is to embrace life. But to enter the past, You will live in strife. That's why I lie here, Awake in my bed. The thoughts of my past Are filling my head. |