To put something in the past, you can always go through, whoever they say you are, or what you’ve done, commit to it and see it through, you may find a way to reject it, but after all said and done, it will still be a popped balloon, in the end, we may all want more, each possibility, you''ll have to explore it to know, travel the branch, and watch the flower bloom, does blood flow, no condom, is it your doom, alas, desire takes hold, these soft petals, this gentle bud, has power over us, some things we want to see again and again, compared to everything else, a satisfying place to be settling, what you’ll do each eternity, and the lives of your shadows, so much life and love, in the memory of your father, chipping away, and one day a road will be built, a home, and a place to live and be content, what will it take, what’s the cost of the mortgage, Sisyphus pushing that boulder each eternity, live, laugh, love, and money, as lilies wait in the valley, our dreams and desires are not for nothing, what we can live with, the place our captain is steering, what will lead the way, it can be all that you want, but so much is justified, to even get to this place, you’ll have to work, so juicy and wet, your father watches, and all good things have a price…This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.