past on my back
we drag each other through wild fires of Earth
guilty of being still alive
always close to somewhere too far to reach
but we try to dance through days
and dream through nights
to get there intact and sound
find that golden edge
of eternal life
me and my past
on my back
sleeping now
I will wake its monsters if I stop
but I need to lay down and listen to secret whispers from the time
when everything was fine
and the past was light like mother’s touch