Minuit's blog: "PaRaDoX"

Echoes of my past

It seems that life refuses me

I'm followed by my past

I run but still my eyes can see

The shadows that I've cast

Traces of the man I was

Gets closer everyday

I no longer do the things he does

But still he makes me pay

No one knows who I've become

They see the same reflection

Because the things I've done to some

I'm mired in rejection

The price I pay is way too high

It does not fit the crime

But all my good has passed me by

I still must do the time

What comes around goes around

How true can these words be?

Though the things I've done are in the past

They're catching up with me