The Past Presents the Future
When I think about my family and how much they've endured I want to wrap them in my arms and keep them safe and warm but they would never know this because I'm so far removed fixated on my bloodline I adopted my excuse it wasn't on the radio or on some TV show I used it for survival I'm learning how to slowly let it go
When I think about my enemies and all the time we waste suiting up in armor for the battle that we waged I want to pull my t shirt off and wave it in their face and yell out I surrender I no longer have the strength so let's rip up all the score cards and call the game a tie we'll both become the winners and walk away with a little peace of mind
When I think about my history a collection of events filled with important characters who mostly came and went regret is like a bill unpaid it controls your every move if you throw it into the violent see it will always come right back to you the past presents the future take your hands from your eyes so you can wave to all the people as you roll through what's left of your life
Good night to you
I'm going home
Writer/s: Marc Bianchi