by Ben Ayuko
{image by Cornell Chronicle}
I feel like if I, acknowledge the past
it means that it happened, that it will out last
If I were to hide, from it in a pit
It wouldn’t have meaning, nothing to admit
But who it affected, would not just abide
from out the woodwork, they’d emerge alive
to keep me accounted, counting my sins
making me witness, again and again
If I were to ask, forgiveness from they
I would be admitting to my past mistakes
and that would mean, indeed they were right
how could I sleep with myself tonight
No, I know better, planned it out well
I’ll take them out, to dine and to dwell
a wonderful night, out in the city
with banter to laugh at, funny and witty
Till it’s getting late, so get in the car
I’ll drive them home, ill drive them far
I’ll take them where, they can’t see no human
I’ll take them there because they know too much
Bury them deep, right next to my secrets
With skeletons rotten and they’re holding them dearest
And now I can act, like it didn’t happen
Back of my mind, where they must reside in