Subtle Hints

The things that you try to bury,

In the fist of fury,

It is all, just a matter of seconds,

For all that guilt reckons.

Past mistakes do come back,

To remind you all what you lack,

In the figurative way to illusions,

To form reflective conclusions.

Subtle hints of patient learning,

With the folds of fate's turning,

Karma doesn't hold back,

It comes down, when you start to slack.