When the whole world is trying to pull me forward,
I move backwards in time.
My steps all slow
Beyond the reach I fall.
A lot from the past is hanging on with me,
I need to leave them by
Yet I don't have the urge to do so.
The physical self is somewhere
Ahead in the crowd;
The soul, shadow is standing still
Watching it disappear alone
In the future.
As I stand still in the back alleys of life,
To find my path back.