My Past Is My Future

You peek through the curtain, but closed it so slowly,you looked through the cracks of the door, but youclosed the cracks so you could not see. The pot ofgold that touched your heart, the cover you closedthe top, but the day did come as it was reviled to you that itwas already there, which were you. Sometime things may seemto be for fetch to believe, but you must believe in that whichwas already there, for the truth is yours and the happiness issealing that which is your gift and was already part of you