Past Go Away

Walk on lasers, step for step
granulated sugar pouring through.
Say wish for better feet
but you get weathered shoes.

Static in the mayham, hope for hope
piles of made choices, standing in.
Want the past to leave for good
not in boxes,bags or tins.
but in
Forever.
be gone Past.
You are no friend of Mine.

 

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