On Past

The past, a ghost

Etched in memory, stitched in time

What if I could travel back

And reclaim the peace, the happiness,

the innocence that was once mine? 

I'd go back and have a ball

And maybe attend that one missed call

From life, from living,

From smiling without reasons, 

From not thinking of dying.

As I go back, all I see

Is a museum of grief and

Myself in the mirror

Distorted to the extent that I'd despise

Was it really me, or just another disguise?

I say I remember,

All I do is to reimagine

The things that were never real

The things that were never mine

Yeah, I've been to the past 

It's a place that houses no one

Only shadows that seem familiar

Of the ones once close and dear

Nobody's there to meet and greet

Except the distorted version of me

Places that once were familiar and true

With garden of life with numberless hues

Are now but the remains and ruins of you

Watching you clinging

To the things you think are due 

Past is that graveyard

You put flowers at, weeping in woe

Have you forgotten that

Underneath that ground

Rest also the corpses of versions of you? 

You cry and weep and wish you were dead

For the past, a world that you already fled

You forgot it was you that was the ghost

All along this song 

Haunting a world

That has let go of you

Before too long

- The Solar Step