The Past Is Something Else

Elevated thoughts

The Past Is Something Else

The past is something

A story we tell ourselves

About a dream that is a life

Worth mentioning, solid as a thought

Fragile as a child computer ready

Filled with data, useful matter

It is so real you feel it in your bones

Something that is there like company

A tango for two or more to carry on

Onto the elevator going up

To other levels where

It stops on every 7^th. Floor

Continues on with perfect circuitry

Escapes the past by moving through

The clouds where memory abides inside

Continuity rides into the present

Is something heavy compromised by time

Memory trapped in seconds but never still

Until it feels just right against the rails

The past is there imagined

A story that you tell yourself

Lasting only for those moments gone

Not where expected between the lines

The past is something else

A story that we tell ourselves