Prisoners of the Past

 Unravelling the past, 

Appears like a big picture. 

But in the end you realize it to be,

Just a small gravel of a big marble. 

Hitherto past was believed to rule the future, But its just a reference and no more a residence. 

To unwrap yourselves from the threads of the past, 

You need to lose track of what you lost. 

Just seize the tempo of the hour, 

If you don't want your time to sour.