Time

Is there something in my past,
so important to remember?
So much that it crowds out today?

Is there a reason these memories
never give a moment for rest?
Never giving the past away?

No matter what joy claims me,
peace never remains in my heart.
Peace seems such a fleeting dream.

And no matter how long I try,
I know I will never forget.
I know, there's more than there seems.

Question

Why?