Look back over your shoulder.
What’s that breathing down you neck?
Long dead dreams and living nightmares,
Give you reasons to reflect.
You can’t turn back the clock,
Nor can you undo the deed.Your soul,
impoverished in this living hell,
By your ego and its greed.
And yet, a simple truth… unheard… denied,
Waits for its turn to speak.
Buried under mounds of garbage,
From when your life began to reek.
Reaching up its tenacious grasp,
A fragile hold on your subconscious mind,
You realize, finally, the truth and know…
You knew it all the time.