My memories feel like a relapse,
Past creeping up on me perhaps,
Life goes around I'm doing laps,
The better gets no claps,
Failures receives all slaps,
Reality, quantum of life hacks,
Environment determines the act,
Time constraints, goals fall off track,
Always be a tomorrow,Time made it fact.
Anything is possible,Bullwinkle pulling a rabbit out his hat.
Beginning of the track, start of a lap,
How can life go around when there's no going back?
© Atlas Storm