Pasting Past

Don't cut your future

instead, paste the past

You are born a stone

Sculpt yourself into a fine sculpture

It's last but not least

your ache within shall be freed

break the chains and the moulded brains

The passing over until the pausing is over

Pasting the past, racing the present

Don't miss your future, for it is last but not the least

Get inside your lonely sky

Wake up the beast inside

Let the flames light up 8 directions

let it fly all side

It will return again, not as a beast

a glory of beauty

Tranquil water flowing through the mind

Flames won't melt the chains

But dreams do

as liquids flow through the bars

Facing the cruelties of wars

yet survives the flame and scars

Paste the past, don't waste the vast

Let it be last and let it last

Taste the present, you can't test it again

because it becomes past in a snap

and you must paste the past,

dripping in the rest of your memories

Not voluminous diaries, enough blank space

silence writes more than violence

paste the past over and over

through the chains

break the chains and the moulded brains

Don't cut your future

that's all left to nurture

Crack open the sky, bleed the stars

Drown the silence, scream in the void

Bend reality, fracture the frame

Unchain the winds, stir the seas

Burn the script, rewrite and paste the past

It is you in the end the last to survive

It's up to you to revive