Past

Things have changed so fast, I made these poems to clear the task,

with heart I shed my mask, waiting for the final dusk.

We know those were harsh, annoyed simple past,

Could you please don't rush?

If these were past, I treat them as dust,

If these were past, I rather stay not clashed.

I don't want a crush,

Coz I think of the past.

I wait and see,

I wait and see.

I think I feared my past.