How Past Begins - Angelo De Augustine

Take some time

Hurried up on

The light you make for me

Peace of mind

Is the only thought

That we truly need

Has

It

Reassembled like before

Stained glass eyes

Had their sound

As lashes beat around

Making light dance inside

The mind

Till time is through

His

Body is

Strewn along the floor

Travel back

To the past

Keymaram said

Past is dead

But it’s real

To me

I feel

Interest in

How past begins

Take some time

To reinvent the line

That runs towards the moon

Slowed down

Like clouds in wind

Revealing truth to you