My fictional past
my past keeps changing
like a snake
striking at targets
changing shapes
just when you think
it meets its fate
it sheds its skin
shaking another tale
of course I’ve been there
and done that
even if I haven’t
dreams and memories
start to blur
what does it matter if I didn’t
there’s no way
to escape this fate
adding layers
soon starts to fail
in the scenario
of the worst case
look it deep in the eyes
and bite before it does the same