Like the first mirror reflects whats before it
I live in the past 
Anchored by my commitments
I failed to take that class

The angle of time constricts at a point
Silent in its steps despite how vast
Ranging millenia little by little 
The promise is a lie you can not outlast 

Through the scope I inspect my thought 
Regret is not the word because I have made peace
Feel the grip of anxious loading 
I must have forgotten what the scars have seen

Ah, to the future, a fogless tube
Have I learnt enough to be a mouthpiece?
To go forth one must look back
Like the flowery patterns in cerise