the past can't be the future.

an illusion
a past vision
you want it to be real yet it’s not
mind, heart and logic fought
something can’t be bought
you run away towards infinity
as far away from reality.

why look back?
why bring back?
it was lust in the past
not the best
and didn’t last
so why blast?

it doesn’t make sense
it just makes you tense

you feed not what you need
you need sincerity
you need honesty
“sex in the city” isn't real, dear.

it won't be,

it can’t be,
and don’t let it be
a blast from the past

let the past be the past
let the end be THE END.