Ruled By The Past Poem by Richard Jarboe

The present moment ruled by the past
In this present torment where love don't last
My velocity way too fast
It comes with love ruled by the past.

Why do I sing why use my voice
If you were me would you have a choice,
Depends where you go.

Sign of the times, sign post ahead,
Sign of the crimes are stop signs still red?
Depends who you know.

To get what I got there's a show to do,
I got to be hot with the music too,
I sing alone, no cast,
It comes with love...ruled by the past.