Past is Past

This is not extraordinary

The is just the sand that turns to stone

Flowing with the tributary

Facing every moment as it comes

We fall down. All float on

Until we’ve found we belong

Time may heal the wound but when the

Bone is set you still can see the scar

The bruise is still a blacken blue still

Blood will flow into and from the heart

All these lies, all this blame

Cannot fight an arrow’s aim

Raise a glass and toast the morning

The storm has gone. Today’s another day

The water may be rising but the

Day is young, it’s good to be awake

Past is past wise men say

All that time that forms these chains

But all our lives are just today

On and on and on and older

Why do we face what we face?

I just can’t say