The Past Poem by Christopher McKay

I'll set my memories on fire
and burn down my past,
I'll watch the last of the perfect picture
fold at it turns into ash.
For now it is time to move on
and leave behind what there is to bury,
this is my life now
I wont let the visions impair me.
For one step further-
is another step closer to the end,
I must move on and let go
leaving behind the what could have been.
Time now is all I have left
there is no turning back,
Because I'm meant to move on
and leave behind the past.
It is called the past
because it's already been done,
all that's left of it
are memories and the future to come.
You can look back and wish
all that you want,
the memories may continue
and continuously haunt.
But that's where you set them on fire
and watch as they burn,
because the future holds what is to come
and tables always turn.