The past
Coming at you so fast
Revolutions around a tar pit track
Forcing a partial wall of  pain against your back
Exercising the mind for a chance encounter
Forgetting the lessons brought forth through love’s Devine founder
Crossing a rose pedal bridge
Feeding a lonely soul from an empty fridge
Growing out of change
Testing out your vocal range
Trusting truth to alter that surreal strange thought of being clinically insane
Knocking on doors forced closed by the bitter cold
Not sure if the path we are trekking is contaminated with blackened mold
What a tight strangle hold
Not knowing if past deeds will cause you to fold
A growing light exposing you with positive rights
Daydreaming about the appropriate words to write
A choice to look behind or make a goal to draw a solid defining line
Being shoved behind
Memories that all all but benign