the past

figure me this 
figure me that 
whisper of  a cloudy past 
and im into that 

poised to linger in reliving make believe
any spare time for reverie 
is comfort 
that swaddles me 

peace are you really in my past ?
am i stuck here 
and treating it as a wholesome repast ?

loop of overthinking 
where will you let me off
do i benefit from being so steadfast
and always lost in unsure thoughts 

the rigidity of the past
offers sincerity 
it happened 
it was
its where im glued

comfort of knowing 
freedom of not needing to guess
i love tis place where my mind doesnt need to 
be reset