Solemn regret, transgressions fill my headA measure of success is how well to forgetAnd the past is deadStrewn about the battlefield of life are the remainders of historyWhen convenient we exalt them and pay them such respectAs if we’re all in an equivalent trajectoryAnd trash piles high in the rubble we forgotThe angels of our nature just sit and watch it rotNow, the past is deadLet’s focus on tomorrow insteadOh the tragic present saidThe past is deadWho can say what constitutes the most important sector of society?The dominant portion seek an instant gratificationAnd are proud of intellectual povertyI’d like to be empathetic but i can’tThe jeopardy is too great to make a standNow the past is deadGood deeds won’t help you get aheadThe modern signpost read the past is deadMy next great decision is just lying in waitThe action might turn out to be the world’s most grievous mistakeThe past is deadMore veritable words have never been saidThe tragic present said the past is dead