Some Are Known To Say

The past gone forever as some are known to say
But I wish my past from me would go away
Deep in my psyche it seems to remain
And in fancy I visit old places again
And in my flights of fancy on a distant street
The friends of my younger years I often do meet
And they have not grown older as if time had stood still
For them in the town by the old bracken hill
The past is behind us and the future ahead
And we must live in the now as the wise one has said
But the past seems to follow some to where-ever they go
And I am of that sort so I ought to know
That the past will be with me till the day that I die
And to tell you the truth I wish that were a lie.