I avoid my past, I run from the future,
I long for ambition, I long for some nurture.
The past seems too heavy a burden to lift,
The future too distant, too far out to drift.
What I have is right here, the now and the present,
There is nothing besides it, no promise obsolescent.
Nothing to show but what’s held in my hand,
Yet even the mirror is blurred where I stand.
I dislike who I was, and I’m ready to change,
I dread my past days, but I would not exchange.
For what I had then was so sweet and so pretty,
But I cannot survive on a diet of pity.
When I look deep inside, I am met with a hollow,
A truth that is bitter and heavy to swallow:
The timeline has brought me, by choice or by chance,
To this lonely, lost place and this fractured expanse.
But all I can do now is walk through the fire,
To keep moving forward, to climb ever higher.
Perhaps the far end of the tunnel is bright,
Where there is not regret, and eyes fill with light.
