• The saddest thing is that I'll always wonder
    if the past was full of preventable blunders
    Oh, how these thoughts like to stay and linger
    as I question if I let things slip through my fingers
    or if I crushed them from holding on too tightly
    Like Cain I have a visible scar, unsightly
    The past is embedded in my fiber and flesh
    and my conscious soul. But know I won't let go of regrets
    because to do so is to either digress to emptiness
    or regress to a time where I felt the need to impress
    No matter how much I've moved on, footprints lie in the sand
    So try to understand this doesn't make me any less of a man

    The present, ever temporary, is my eternal monestary
    Here I try to search my soul to hear out its personal commentary
    Love lived and died and lives on in a new guise,
    another form holding the promise of not carrying knives while embracing me this time
    I tried and cried more than I ever should have
    but that's fine, another chapter finished, another scar and a scab
    I won't thank you for the misery but I'll thank you for the memories
    as I take another step up the stairway leading to the treasury
    A room that holds things yet untold, everything I ever will and have gained
    Along the way I may have lost footing every other step but in the end that's ok

    It's ok because it's all in the past, a place that always finishes last
    A time either golden or ashen gray, depending on the lens looked through and the time of day
    To look to the future is progressive, but to stay in the present is most impressive
    Because too soon does this thing we call "now" pass
    Moment becomes memory, present becomes past
    So live it, love it, don't take it for a grain of salt
    or granted because you'll always be stuck in the present by default
    Who's fault it is that the past is rancid
    doesn't matter. It's not a matter of what you or I did,
    because now it's just a matter of time
    before sunset becomes sunrise and the eternal sunshine
    of the spotless mind becomes my light
    Tabula Rasa, born again, a phoenix will take flight