A past of cowards

In life it seems no matter what we Do we Never win
For though we strive to become what we wish
Life fights back and always is to be the victor
But is this our fault do we bring this upon our selfs

For we dwell in our past and use it as a unworthy key
To try to unlock our life the way we wish and believe
And for when we are dead what do we show
Will our past be all our life is shown for

But yet is death only yet but a past
for this my mind wonders at the loneliness of nights
For I am a coward among these people
only to be seen as my past

Though I run from my past not to embrace it
For my past is not a life I wish to live
As if it were A nightmare only to haunt
Every dreadful night before it catches me

We run though these woods of life as the trees are set,
Stable they seem but unsure for what they are
The path is set for us but why do we fear it
For we are cowards among these people