THE PAST

                        July 1991
                        by: raven shadowborne ©

                        As one grows, matures and wizens
                        Thier minds close up
                        thier views become tainted
                        thier souls spoiled
                        Leaving wounds so deep
                        that time alone can't heal them
                        still they seep
                        Living with bagage
                        old and painful
                        Colors the present
                        curses the future
                        Damning the holder
                        to a life unfulfilled
                        A soul that is dying
                        A heart that is still
                        A mind that is closed to anything new
                        A life that is jaded, cursed, empty
                        How does one correct this?
                        Open thier eyes
                        Feeding thier soul before it dies?
                        How does one live
                        enjoying each moment?
                        Can it be done?
                         or is it a dream beyond the realm of possibility?