The past and the present,then and now,
i’m forever dwelling on what was and what is and never on what could be.
I pick now because now is all any of us has ever got,
now is the only reality i’m almost sure of.
and the past…i cannot rid myself of the past
It is the reality that used to be, all i used to have
it lingers, like smoke from a fire
and sometimes, only ever sometimes
That smoke could be the cause of a new fire