blurred windshield of the past

On this blurred windshield of the past we find excuses for the way we are.
We justify we deny and we accept all that was and all that is; and find in our flaws a reasoning for why it and we turned out the way we did. We sing songs and read books about the future we wanted and the past that was our future. We grew wanting this fairytal of unrealism and find yet again reasonings to justify it; In that we just weren't supposed to turn out that way. We try and find daily signs that tell our hearts and piece of mind the life we have is the life we're supposed to. We beg some higher power for a sign that we're on the right path; we bend over backwards and around for approval because if we didn't what rebels we would be.But in the smallest corner of our heart is the brightest the one that says I don't give a fuck and thats our safe haven for the moments when we feel most alone; our strength in the world we created is that we are the one and only sign of approval and the one and only one who could of created such a great life for ourself to live in and such a glorious future that we will bring to ourselves. Look in the eyes of those whom you want to agree with your desire and method and know that some tiny particle of what you believe in they won't; now close your' eyes and know that in doing that you've accepted your' past is times to keep your future is yours to seek. And as always say to yourself if all were the way it weren't my heart would be unwise my soul would be unburnt.