
When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.
Blast from the Past:
I have the blessing
Of being unable to forget
The choice you didn’t give me
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When you’re the one who
Pulled the trigger, you’re left to
Second guess your gun.
Blast from the Past:
I have the blessing
Of being unable to forget
The choice you didn’t give me

It is only when
The world turns dark that you see
Your creepy crawlies
Blast from the Past:
Darkness—when our fears
Become interlocutors
And we must listen.

Anonymous grief
Of the world: nobility
Of spent achievements
Blast from the Past:
Believe in your dreams
As you become a cog
In the work machine

Such intricacies
In every human soul.
Who would murder that?
Blast from the Past:
Indifference to the
Suffering of fellow humans
Corrodes our souls.

Our souls are only the
Side we can see; regime
Of lost consciousness
Blast from the Past:
In the waiting room
For dental surgery.
What even is an
Experience
If you can’t remember it
Afterwards?
What is consciousness
Without memory?
As anesthesia
Dissipates
My questions away

It is the light there
At the end of the tunnel
The blinds you the worst
Blast from the Past:
The Dragon only
Hides in darkness where the light
Can shine the brightest

Life came and found me
Conquest of the ordinary
Unwelcome pilgrim
Blast from the Past:
Life has always been
Far too short not to put on
Footy pajamas.

When they’re ready,
No matter how little you work,
Flowers will still bloom.
An alternative version:
With little effort,
The flowers will still bloom
When they are ready

When the world doesn’t work,
At least she had impatience,
Sullen strategist
Blast from the Past:
Waiting for this to
Make sense—wasting so much time
Better spent searching

When you chase rabbits,
You may end up happening
On a wonderland.
Blast from the Past:
I am the spark of
Near irrelevance meant to
Recenter our acts.