Tommorow is washed away

In the past I was payed  
Its clouding over  
in this final masquerade    
   
I'm standing at the edge, 
I'm giving it time
 
I'm demanding a pledge  
To be delivering rhyme  
•   
I usually do sow
what I reap
 
In this life that's
short but sweet
• 
I will reward a new beat..
One born from a fire
Yet undestroyed by heat  
•   
the fire burns stronger
 
I no longer belong here
• 
   
I need to stop being
Trapped in the past
 
That's behind me &
I shouldn't look at
The shadows i cast
•
I should always be
Staring at the light
In front of me

I must face true reality
And never run away