The Past

The past is the past,

It is a memory that won't last.

I've come too far,

To simply get stuck in the tar.

I won't turn and run,

This has only just begun.

I will focus on tomorrow,

And learn to forget my sorrow.

Todays, is my day.

It is the day I make my own way.

The past is done,

But the future can still be won.

I have left my rut,

And the past is a healed cut.

I have watched the past burn,

Now for the future I yearn.

A future where I can make a choice;

A future where I have a voice.

A future where I have escaped my cage,

A future where I no longer have my rage.

No longer will my emotions be feigned.

No longer will I be chained.

I will open my eyes,

And look to the sky.

No longer will I be fooled by there lies.

Yet, I am thankful for the liar,

For he lit my fire.

The past is the past,

And it is fading fast.