Upon the wind swept mountian it stands watching,waiting for us to reconizs it

we go about our daily lives with it watching us,

its shadow touching us we feel it,we fear it knowing it is there but never truly knowing it.

we see it in others we talk to it we dream about it

it is part of us but we never truly except it as real.

we would rather not know it we know it is real to us others say it isnt real it talks to us it wants to rule our lives

we resest it with all of our mights we know if we truly let it in we will be lost to it some call it a demon others call it a shadow of things past some call it truth others still call it a fact of our daily lives

see me it says,know me let me into your lives as one with your soul

we know it but resest it as truth we would rather it not excest but know it has no choice

we feel it when we are awake we feel it when we sleep there is no time we do not feel it

it stands upon the wind swept mountians watching over us see me it says,know me for I am here

upon the sands of time it has lived for all to know upon the grave of the past it sits

it is real for most,some have concored it leting it slip away into the darkness of night

the light touches it and it feels the pain of our past it knowes us,it sees into our souls wanting to rule our daily lives let me in it whispers into our bussy ears know me for what I am see me for what I can do

Upon the wind swept mountian it stands watching,waiting for us to reconizs it

see me it says know me it demands for I am here and I am part of you

I am Pain

I am fear

I am the truth

I am the past of all

I am the part of that you turn your back on

I am the bones of your ancesters

I am the wind of the past

know me I am you

know me I am the truth of things gone by

I am the things you fear the most I am the past

I am your past

I am your time

why you ask? because I AM!!

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