Stepping onto the pavement to the world's path
My shadow trailing me, a dog, constant
My shadow is my past, cruel, full of wrath
To the sun I walk, a coin of new mint
The shadowy past behind, no black tint
That was until the set of he great sun
Shadows of mine have grown, no sweet soft lint
a licking pain, what to do, must I run?
So fear controls my mind, seems past has won
the soft antiquity of Past, is not
in fact, cold, within a war has begun
evermore it grows, Mind begins to rot
So like a wolf I must turn on my past
to crush it, defeat it, to take the mast!
