my past keeps changing 
like a snake 
striking at targets 
changing shapes 

just when you think 
it meets its fate 
it sheds its skin 
shaking another tale 

of course I’ve been there 
and done that 
even if I haven’t 

dreams and memories 
start to blur 
what does it matter if I didn’t 

there’s no way 
to escape this fate 
adding layers 
soon starts to fail 

in the scenario 
of the worst case 
look it deep in the eyes 
and bite before it does the same