Like a knight in shining armor, well kitted in the full regalia of war
It holds my throat to the spear as though my time is about to be no more
I fight tooth and nail, all the time to set myself free from taking that trip
It always comes to nothing, because I find myself slipping back into its firm old grip
The Past is a strongman, a stronghold, who fights bitterly and terribly
It doesn't understand fair play, neither does it know truce even when brokered subtly
Given half a chance every time you open the door
it's ever ready to take you down, make you captive without sticks, stones or claws
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When brutal, it uses it's greatest weapon of war
With guilt, it gets to accomplish even much more!
If it can drag you into the ring of 'could have, would have, should have!'
Then without a doubt, the game is already over even before you can turn to say haa!
You need to rise up and take the battle to the enemy
You must get fired up, to take your dreams back from this 'frenemy'
Wrestle with your mind to get the all clear for your life.
'Cos If you don't, no matter how far you go, Its chains around your neck and limbs
Are within reach to snatch and rein you back in.
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Let the pain of your early years remain in the grave
Keep the disappointments your life has known till yesterday confined to a cave
Other wise, the future becomes a slave, out of which nothing great can flow or stream
And the Past will always remain, a graveyard of many of your lifelong dreams
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