Thoughts stuck in the past

Life is predictable,

It’s like a well-written script

Only the painful ones, black days you can’t skip.

You keep trying to bring back what’s gone,

You pull the rope with bloody hands,

While you’re trying to fit in the present, the past.

Knowing it’s gonna hurt you, but still,

You blind, gullible human, keep running back!

You are your own enemy, your mind’s like a lair.

Do you enjoy it? Does it give you a thrill?

Is it really so comfortable in there?

Crawl back mindlessly, go fast, hurry!

Straight into Lion's mouth, don’t even worry!

Don’t look back, don’t you shed a tear,

I will be gone, far away, my dear

Building a future from your broken memory...

Kovács Kriszta XII. H