Oh the past can hurt. But the way I see it you can either run from it. Or- learn from it.
When you're happy like a fool. Let it take you over. When everything is out. You've gotta take it in.
What I need is the dandelion in spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of desturction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.