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| Dark Past |
7/7/1999
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I can't seem to remember the days of long ago, the ones that I hid.
Those days seem far, seem fast, seem away.
And now, each day, to this day, I can feel it's past.
All that fun I know it was and damn do I hope I made it last.
That was of course my life as a kid.
Living it up and growing up as life usually does.
Now to live present day in my own merry way is something of a task.
Not to wear a mask or live in a crowd, I know that was who I once was.
Now I have to live aloud.
I'm not really sure if the life that I hid when I was a kid.
Was really me in all those days of long ago.
Let's just say I hope I didn't live life in the dark past.
But if I did.
I'm sure I can change who I am.
And that is how I can make life last.
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