How Past Begins

Take some time Hurried up upon The light you make for me Peace of mind Is the only thought That we truly need Has It Reassembled like before Stained glass eyes Had their sound As lashes beat around Making light dance inside The mind Till time is through His Body is Strewn along the floor Travel back To the past Keymaram said Past is dead But its real To me I feel Interest in How past begins Take some time To reinvent the line That runs towards the moon Slowed down Like clouds in wind Revealing truth to you