I was just walking home, With my music in my ears When I felt something odd Something quite akin to fear
I turned and looked behind me And my vision started to change All I saw was darkness Which to me seemed quite strange
In this darkness, a whisper of movement I saw memories, both old and new But I didn't see anything else The darkness remained the same hue
But then I looked ahead And everything I saw was bright These things hadn't happened yet But I almost teared up at the sight
I saw friends and family die, But I saw them brought back to life
I saw arguments, hatred and tears But I also saw victories, and cheers
I saw myself alone, Writing poems by myself I saw myself with friends Doing this, then something else
Together to the end, The definition of a friend When I am left alone, I cry out for them in sorrow
Then I returned to reality, Shrugged my shoulders and just walked home Because I understood what I saw As I walked that road alone
There is no future in the past, So put it all behind Yet in the future there's always Something new for you to find
Don't reflect on what you've done Just live in the here and now, And strive for the future You'll be happy, this I vow.
I discovered all of this, In just a few seconds of thought Imagine what you could think With the time that you so sought.
I literally just wrote this, the moments before it was uploaded. This is a poem that says a bit about me. I hate being alone, yet it is necessary for me to be alone to write poetry. And when I'm away from my friends I call for them "in sorrow". And I do believe that everyone should look forward to the future, for there is no future (nothing to look forward to) in the past. Hence why it is the past (behind). Have a good one :)