Precocious

Sometimes the past has a way of 

trying to drag you into purgatory,

because the past has nothing to live by

so he goes after the predictions

of what could become happiness.

Sometimes the entrance price is guilt

and blame, chump change for the past 

when all he has is a limbo toy and

the only swing he can ride, except for 

the rope he tries to play war and win.

Sometimes the only way is...what?