Past Is Dead

Solemn regret, transgressions fill my head

A measure of success is how well to forget

And the past is dead

Strewn about the battlefield of life are the remainders of history

When convenient we exalt them and pay them such respect

As if we're all in an equivalent trajectory

And trash piles high in the rubble we forgot

The angels of our nature just sit and watch it rot

Now, the past is dead

Let's focus on tomorrow instead

Oh the tragic present said

The past is dead

Who can say what constitutes the most important sector of society?

The dominant portion seek an instant gratification

And are proud of intellectual poverty

I'd like to be empathetic but I can't

The jeopardy is too great to make a stand

Now the past is dead

Good deeds won't help you get ahead

The modern signpost read the past is dead

My next great decision is just lying in wait

The action might turn out to be the world's most grievous mistake

The past is dead

More veritable words have never been said

The tragic present said the past is dead