The past is but an untraceable footfallIt appears in intervals and pushes us back in timeIn those moments of grief and then suddenly vanishes.Its often dark and ruthless.It baffles our thoughts and seizes our peace of mind.By making us recollect our failures our buried expectationsAnd our shattered dreams It only gives way to fleeting tears leaving us with fruitless guilt.It wrecks our present and ruins our futureAnd thus should be left where it is meant to beIt should be left behind