It’s always there behind me,
Watching me,
I ignore its constant whispers about what I should do,
About how I should act,
I Live in the here and now I tell myself,
and I continue with my day,
But i’m followed,
The past never leaves,
Everyday it’s whispers become louder and louder,
Until the day I listen to what it has to say,
And the day I regret what I’ve just done