I thought the soul beat was done, the concert ended and those two-sided tunes that brought me joy one moment and pain I couldn’t fathom with words were over. Some how I forgave you without your permission, which is why I’m probably wishing I could go back to change some things…The pain is painting quick but sharp heart aches and devastation in my mind, a picture so gloomy, no comfort was even found inside…

The haunting part is me talking to you but not being able to ask the one question I thought I buried in the past…Why? Why now? Why it had to go like this? Are the answers worth opening a part of my soul I thought I had moved with me to the present but somehow I overlooked it being trapped in the past..

For a short moment,  I remember the sweet music we made, The Tribe Called Yes, too many vinyl albums of great hits to burn, but its stuck on that same tune, the disc is unable to turn…

I opened a hiding place where my soul was fooled to open the door by the knock that was thought to be love…my tears unable to wash it from the dirt that life and you dragged it through…

Whats the obsession with you and possibly going back to the past is that you openly did what I tried to hide from you….or perhaps its because I forgave you without your permission…