Changing the Past
Drowning me in a sea of "what if"
haunting me with "I wish..."
its only power is what I've bestowed
yet still I'm hooked like a fish.
I cannot change the past itself,
but I can change where it lives
easier to say, than do,
but it has nothing else to give.
I place it in a wooden chest
so it can't come to mind again
but I hear it clawing its way out
and wailing from within.
Insisting that I listen
demanding that I regret
everything brings it back to mind
so I can't get over it yet.
I've locked it in the other room
to mute its haunting cries
to drown out the condemnation
and silence all its lies.
If it comes up, from time to time,
I'm determined to put it away
it has no place before my face
as I greet each new day.
And so I keep it locked away,
and hushed behind a wall
from this day forth, until the time
when time means naught at all.
Drowning me in a sea of "what if"
haunting me with "I wish..."
its only power is what I've bestowed
yet still I'm hooked like a fish.
I cannot change the past itself,
but I can change where it lives
easier to say, than do,
but it has nothing else to give.
I place it in a wooden chest
so it can't come to mind again
but I hear it clawing its way out
and wailing from within.
Insisting that I listen
demanding that I regret
everything brings it back to mind
so I can't get over it yet.
I've locked it in the other room
to mute its haunting cries
to drown out the condemnation
and silence all its lies.
If it comes up, from time to time,
I'm determined to put it away
it has no place before my face
as I greet each new day.
And so I keep it locked away,
and hushed behind a wall
from this day forth, until the time
when time means naught at all.