Run into you.

What's passed is in the past,
Once and for all, aside its cast.
But what should one do if suddenly,
The past runs into you, ever so subtly?

The pricks and the tickles.
The mind- now so fickle.
Is it right or is it not,
To let memories suddenly flood all your thoughts.

But along with the exaltation,
Comes again the hurt, frustration.
And again you wonder what to do,
When suddenly the past runs into you.

Towards our future, we run from our past;
But we're too slow, it catches up alas.
And now its a dilemma,  whether or not,
To run all toward it, or away at all costs.

But when you do somehow run into something
That you were hoping never to run in,
 Make your mind quickly to hug it or leave it,
Cause what your heart wants, you will surely receive it.

There is always a way for the past to run into you.
But the question remains whether you want to too.
The heart is never firm as the future is unsettling,
The past is still comfortable, but is the present less tempting?