the past is what’s left behind, as we move forward shedding history
the past is the past and though we cannot live there i visit often
there is only now yet now becomes the future and the past at once
things we hold onto for whatever the reason have a hold on us
even though the past is gone, it’s a reminder of what still may come
the signs are there, but do they predict the future or echo the past
we cling to the past even though last month’s snowfall has melted away
we forget the past at our peril, but still worse is to live in it
the paths that we walk have shadows from our past that we can walk right past
if you don’t look back you will never know what is lurking behind you
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