Out of that past,

Come out, come out. . .

I want all of that to come to the light.

Get out, get out. . .

Wont you get out?

Take it all out. . .

as tears well up,

as tears gets out,

as it releases all of my fears and doubts.

Convert it to something that may be of use for me.

Change it to something that may be now,

no more hiding,

no more contemplating,

the linger that dwells,

all of that,

all of such.

Can be worth quarter of a penney,

and be a dime to deim of today,

may be nickel to all my memories.

Not of you. . .

Not of them,

maybe to all.

Yes thoughts and memory has some use to me and to bottle all this in a form of monetary gain that may come in a good fourth of a penney.