Where dose after go
Where dose the past go
What dose the past look like?
A photo or picture...
Is the past like a candle?
As the wick burns down wax trickles down the side
Is the wax the past?
Can we go in to the past?
Like building another candle,
Out of the first ones wax.
Is the past?
Like a storm,
Leaving a trail of snow
But then melting,
In lost memory
Or is it just
A photo or a picture...