The past weighs heavy on my mind,

Its shadow ever close behind,

A presence never hard to find,

Its power renders all life blind.



The present takes a constant hold,

Its grip imprisons young and old,

A nightmare dark and ever cold,

Its bitter song plays loud and bold.



The future floats just out of reach,

Its lessons cruel and hard to teach,

A distant dream we all beseech,

Its promise lost in mortal speech.