Past decisions, and present declarations

They say the past will always catch up with you
no matter how fast you run?
But I know this isn't true
It's just splattered against the bottom of your chest
- dark as a shadow in the sun

In August, when the shadow stares at the world, taller than the best
In December, when the fireplace lets it dance towards escape
Wondering if all of those old joys were some kind test
if maybe they were fate

But in May, when you find that you may
take a risk, make a change
put the past away
and stay in the shade

The Sun just keeps moving
and yet, we want to stick despite the haste.
These Past decisions, and present declarations,
it's just one big chase