Where has the Past Gone?
I no longer know.
Like water that has seeped
Into a drain.
When was that where?
And where was that when?
For it is not here
And not now.
Those who have perished,
Are left behind
And those who remain
Are not the same
Where has the past really
gone?
For all that’s left are stains of
Memory
Memory without purpose
For the power of the
Future is
Unknown
You know, after a while,
All you will see is
Movement and
Moments
To see your own movement
You will forget
Your own
moments
And to see the great
Movement
You will wonder again,
Where has the bloody Past gone?