By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
The past really drives your mind in a state,
Where happiness lies within a bed of regret,
‘Till then until now it’s a distant gift,
Looking behind, it makes you wanna step back.
Today feels like yesterday’s dream,
Years with time,
Molding memories with hardships,
Chastised with love and hate,
With a breath chained to jollish days.
Distant, is a word so far, and so close to the eye,
Yet none have stepped thus far.
Poured with nostalgia within oneself,
Lets live life making more out of ourselves.**
