Your Perfect Past

Your Perfect Past

I’ve been dying for years

But I’m not afraid

In a body that’s mine

But I never made

Searching for answers

That I’ve yet to find

I’ll be searching forever

In my own mind

We all live a life

And most want to know

Where did we come from

And where do we go

If you never wonder

Then you’ll never cast

The most perfect shadow

On your perfect past

© 3/17/2006, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry