fight against time (the grandfather clock)

My past, It follows everywhere
I go, Ruining my chances of freedom,
of a better well lived life without
the worries and stresses of time
and memories. Horrible memories.
I can hear it chasing me, It's feet
like the grandfather clock that sits
in my hallway, tick tocking until
i can't bear it's fight much longer,
and smash my past to pieces?
I wish. All i can do is try and forget
but my past follows me everywhere,
not letting me move on,
not letting me forget,
I have met so many people, been
to so many places, done so many things.
I have lived so many lives,
but my past presses on, Forcing me to live
more, more, more.
Tick tock,
Tick tock, like the grandfather clock.