Our past is like a crime been jailed over nothing.
We only got up to tell the fiction cos we can't get back to it, our imagination becomes a picture that takes our mind n feelings back to yesterday when life events knock on us.
Memories become a camera, we punch our pain but end up tearing the pictures of our imagination and obtaining more injury to the mind.
Our Labour couldn't reflect tomorrow cos the nation has no bond so the struggle and honour of our strength become hopeless.
@Ame1104