Unknown past, which beckons me find ye which never has or shall be. You excite my mind with a million “what ifs?” And befit my present with possible this or that or the other, a variable buffet or so many unknowns that could have happened this way.
Unknown past, with your cruel hoax of multiple forks I could have taken or awaken, could have hoped for, could have shorn. And alas, unknown past, with your sheepish grin, come. I have something to say to you, oh busy one.
You must leave me this instant and you’re welcome no more, no more will you be welcome at this soul’s mind’s door. For surely there is not a path I did take that is out of step on my journey, beyond hope for escape.
And God is with me on this journey I have landed, so plan it or not, unknown past, I demand that you leave me forever. God demands that you go, and I second that notion for past long ago would never happen how you say that it would.
I am with God and the present is good and the future is even brighter and clear. So past unknown keep your distractions from here.❤