Follows me it does, to everywhere as I can’ not run from it,
Memories are ours as we travel through the days given.
I believe the past has a great impression on our future,
These things we carry with us in an emotional way.
I have never left the past behind, I have tried going back,
Some of it still rests in dust and cobwebs, an empty shell.
Some of whom we are has been left behind, we can’not recover it,
I suppose there is a part we must let go of, the rest is here now.
We can walk backwards but not so fast as to see where we have been,
We are not suppose to go back only forward as we have our collection of then,