Look back,
take an axe
attack the memories
chop down through the history
but you will never rewrite me.
I am written upon the pages you keep,in the diaries you sleep with,the books on your table,
and you're unable to erase me.
I am your memory ,your misery,your penance and your chance to set yourself free,
you see me in the looking glass in the clouds that pass in the toilet bowl,
oh yes,
I am everywhere, the wind that lifts your skirt and blows your hair,the dog that barks,the trees in parks and when will you decide to let things ride,to come back home,cease the honing of the axe,just
relax
and everything will be okay.