Turning The Clock

The past is a heavy one while sitting alone with a bottle by the a fire pit.

Time just keeps going forward and there is no way to turn the clock.

The memories slowly fade, but they always keep pulling you backwards.

Triggers of the past is the same as having bad dreams and you wake up feeling like they where real

I wish I could go back and change the past or reverse the clock but it’s already too late

I guess I will just always carry the weight of my burden of my past forward and never be able to move on as much as I wish I could turn back the clock