The Past Written by Heavily Armored Hamster When I think about the past I cannot see color It seems awash with grey When I think about the past I cannot make out a sound For there is too much noise When I think about the past A little shiver greets me For the past seems so cold When I think about the past I cannot shake the feeling That the body was not my own When I think about the past I am thankful I'm in the present And a little anxious for the future