I feel drawn to the past
To places where I've been
To things I did
To people I met
Hoping I will find
Find an opportunity to change
Change the past
The not so good scenes in the past
With the idea of a pleasant memory
The struggle was daily
The need was urgent
There must be change of what I don't like
My trials were numerous
My failures always
Soon I came to realize
The past is unalterable
Changing it is crying over spilt milk
Why do you and I still cry over spilt milk
When change is impossible?
Why not let it go?
