In life I have been moving forward fast
Not bothering to look back at my past,
It didn't mean anything to me anymore
Flying by everything like a blazing star.
Moving forward means I stay true
Looking back shows where I have flew,
But going one way will make one hurt
To go away it will make them be burnt,
Both wanting, trying to always pull me
Closer to themselves hoping I'll soon see.
Do I keep moving forward to my future
Or go back to my past and old cloture?
For they both make me truly happy
My future knows my crazy, sappy,
My past knows my dark, gone self
Even if I'm an open book on a shelf,
My future and past will never be...
One with myself no matter how much I want to make them both happy.
I still can't go two directions, two different times, two different people.
It seems I'm always lost on this straight road.