I fight the past with dire persistence.
Through nostalgia comes a pain.
The distant days of innocence.
Through endless amber waves of grain.
I don’t know when I crossed the line.
And passed the point of no return.
When I abandoned peace of mind.
A privilege I will never re-earn.
Now that I know time isn’t free.
I will walk as far as I have to.
A peace in the sadness of finality.
To reach the place that I once ran to.