if the past could only be past.

Let’s move to the music, let’s rise and fall with the tide.
Let’s practice the push and pull and parabola of passion,
Let’s let us fall once we finally can fly.

My voluntary fall from grace is stuck on repeat,
one line one lie one little loop of lunacy.
One fish, two fish, I wish and you wish,
that I was what I thought I would be.

Everything built like a card house,
huff puff and blow it all down.
I’m done with tornados, I’ve spun like hell.
And I’m tired of winding down.

I made a mistake today. I only hope I can remember how bad it all turned out in my head.

I NEED TO LEAVE THIS PLACE. I NEED TO HIDE FROM MY HISTORY.