It's always in my mind and I wonder...
why the past calls out to me?
Why do those people there in the mist
always try to talk to me?
Why do they walk with me?
What can they possible want of me?
Do you hear and see them as I do?
Is it true...can you too?
Should I say hello or goodbye
or simply why?
How can the past live with me
as surely as the future beckons me?
I feel so completely torn
with the constant tugging of here and there.