Whisper of the past

I can hear the whisper of the past.
It's calling for me but I do not wish to go back.
I don't wanna relive what's long gone - no good could come from that and I feel I will suffer, it's something I won't be able to avoid if I allow myself to go with the melody, with this melody of broken dreams and lost hopes towards which my senses are repulsive but my heart is receptive. This is the proof our heart has nothing of rational -it's commanded by our deepest wishes and commands our lives.
It commands our lives because we let it do so and, when we see the red flashing warning our rationality, doing its job, flashes at us, we ignore it in the hope this time it will be different.
However, deep inside, in the darkest and furthest corner of our being, we know it won't -what are the chances, anyway?
The error of having hope and being mislead is the one we all wish to make- it's the error of not wanting to feel numb, it's the error of being, it's the error of living.
It's living with a whisper of the past.