For My Present Past

Untitled (for my present past)

Like faded memories of seasons pass
I hold on to dreams of you.
The sharpest blade piercing my skin
one hundred times
The vision of this cut seeps through
my constant mind.
Maybe it is my existence
my wanting to be.
Visions of the road ahead
blocking my current path.
Maybe you were just a detour
and I should turn away.
Do you have faith that you'll find your way
or are you looking for a different guide?
So many 'maybes' hitting my mind
like drops from a monsoon rain.
Can we find comfort
in the next song
when this melody has yet to fade?
I need the preciseness
of the present time
So I can stop searching the darkened past.
One more hello and I can return
back to the smiles ahead
to the days of before you.
Pull me away in the right direction
so I can sing once more
of what's to be.
Let the nighttime remove me
from the hold of my present past.


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I was let go and it hurt a bit.