Feeling Redundant

The past drags behind us like a dead weight

Prone for the large part, yet piling on the guilt

Bullying, rebuking, lest we re-imagine



Because by moving in the here and the now

It has become ingrained as given

Direction less, transparent, brittle beings that we are



But consider this

Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it



They place us in a losing battle

But will we die for any flag? I don't think so

Quietly unwilling, escorted

There is little of our choosing



Disorientated by the noise of custom

It dissipates the present and the future unbalanced

Excluded for envisioning a new space



Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it

Are condemned to repeat it



Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it

Are condemned to repeat it

Condemned to repeat it



The past gives us oversight

But we have nothing if it is rehashed

Are we so stupefied that we've run out of steam?



The past can keep us blissfully ignorant

Away from a plunge into the virgin unknown

Are we so fucking drained that we've run out of steam?

Are we so stupefied that we've run out of steam?



The past drags behind us like a dead weight

It has become ingrained as given

Direction less, transparent, brittle beings that we are



They place us in a losing battle

It dissipates the present and the future

Direction less, transparent, brittle beings that we are



But consider this

Those who can't escape the past

Are condemned to repeat it