I can't understand,Why people get stuck to,
Their past,
Of what was, of what,
Could have been.
Can’t they see the way,
They effect, their present?
Or how they might be,
Running away from their today?
Stuck, Stuck, Stuck,
Maybe the past was better,
Than their present,
Or maybe for some beautiful,
Other reason.
But what future would,
That create, I ask.
I don’t really know.
For me, my past is just a memory.
~ A Poem By Fizz, © 2014
