my past lies behind me like the hairs that are tangled into a bun resting on the back of my neck like the world that dangles in my rear view mirror of my vintage car with the torn seats it comes to me daily in everything i do its there it always will be there but my future reminds me as its gushing through my windshield onto my face its making my long brunette waves shimmer and my olive skin glow that something brighter is ahead