There is no past.
I can't remember, won't remember.
The colours and the smiles.
The warmth within the waves of music
And the dreams of beauty dreamt beneath
Blankets of sweet innocence.

There is no past.
I will never remember, won't remember.
The naivety of youth
When vision was clear, so sharp
Everything seemed to be beautiful
The purity of it , classic forever.


There is no past.
I cannot remember, won't remember.
Because the future ate the past.
Because the future stole the dream at last.
Because the future came terribly,
And the future is worse than the past.



A red streak on white.
The future has come to kill the past.