What can I do with my past
Stacked up like luggage by the door
Where do you think you're going you ask
Leaving this tangled mess behind
For someone else to sort your clothes
Having disposed of your body
Swept the patio locked the gate
And what have you forgotten to pack
Did you think you were going without me
Did you feel you would never be back
The past is so vast and small
And most of it hidden or lost
How many more lives must it take
For the future to remember it all
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