I have heard it before.
That call back to the past.
I have unlocked its door.
Where I felt the spell cast.
That of retrospective.

When my mind is adrift.
From places it should be.
I see those moments as a gift.
To escape reality.
Looking back with retrospective.

Events of the past have pleased their case.
And the judgement has been made.
It used to stand on such a sturdy base.
Where the rules were obeyed.
If I view it with retrospective.