I found an old folder containing the past
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Today I found a portal One that linked to the past Containing the words written years ago Back to a time of long forgotten, forsaken I dove boldly into this portal Hoping to find shreds of what was Hoping to find pieces of my old self Laughing and smiling Notes that had been shared with my friends But what I found was so different I found the pain of time pass I found information I have forgotten I found myself and not so changed The nature of myself was the same I had found a lost child Crying for a phantom in the dark If only I could tell that girl That none of it really mattered today That none of those past memories Really survived the test of time How her hope of that summer had been in vein... How we had lost so much time Wasted on tears and regret I had managed to rebuild myself And came to the point Where that old trail had forgotten Where bitter thoughts can now take reign As much as blank memories can play As well as how my attitude changed I found an old skill I had just reclaimed And was amazed at these times that have passed. How I had actually regressed Life seems to be a cycle Of your current self yearning for the old What one must not forget is that the old is nature That a person has not changed so much That recognition between the two could easily be found At least this is what I have learned in my young years So through the portal I had ventured Finding little of what I sought But stumbling upon an open heart That has torn open again for one night To bleed and yearn from old pain The old slave has been forgotten The new is the present instead of the past For the past can only be seen with blank eyes To my regret To my fault I never wrote down those memories. Now they seem so distant So unfocused that they do not respond to my call The new salve must come from this forgetting being To know that so much time has passed To remember how much my heart has healed Yet how vunerable it still is to these old things I had once adorned |