The past is a locked realm, br A secret burden the mind cages, br Trapped behind tears of regret, br Our mind holds the key; br It sleeps silently until awaken. br Do we face the truth? br Or fall into the endless pit of denial? br br Our essence is stuck in a field of mirrors, br Reflecting our inner fears, our inner desires, br Paralyzed by the thoughts of; br What once was. br Who we once were. br br The earth turns full circle; br Another year holds more memories, br Imprinted deep within our being. br Hard to step forward. br Scared to fall further. br br The key is forced to turn, br A sense of vulnerability grips our core; br Guilt, Regret, Fear, Heart break, br The past is an eternal realm. br An inevitable burden. br The mirrors are our reality; br Of what our past has created.