strange places

That shit hurts, and all we can do is Think. The past already happened, meaning it can never change. Yet we spend hours thinking about it, dreaming about it, fearing about it, reliving the moments about it. Forgetting about it. Trying to change how it happened, trying to prove it never happened, trying to go back. And all we've done is waste our lives. You looked down your whole life, and looked up at present, and feared how the future would change and happen. Yet it was never set in stone. Where does my mind go.