resolve

 nothing makes seance to me
i am hunted in my sleep
my dreams become reality
i stand with my back to the past
i tried to push on and not think of you
every new moment in time when i was stepping forward
was another towards you
and the past shrunk in the distance
with every girl i spoke to i died more inside
every conversations with you in mind
you were all i wanted to talk to
i would get confused my feelings were unattainable
my mistakes were un fixiable
and i stood with my back to the past
i iggisted in moments you iggisted in memorie
i would try to ignore it and it wold haunt me
and not metaphorically in a seance i can only explane
as a appendage to fate or some bigger reason
i cope with the facts and they all be true
happiness is within you
there is no need to look to others for it
we all come from different places
we all feel the same when we return
even with owe back to the past
and we all move forward