The yesterdays,
Do I want to hold on,
Onto the sense of the familiarity,
And comfort of predictability
And remain where I am
fester like an old log and fungus
I have let it go
All that I have
And all that I didn't own
In true sense of owning
I tell my soul
You are Free
Go claim your bliss
Uncertainty looming
Nostalgia creeping
Only the familiarly unfamiliar
I march on eagerly
To embrace tomorrow
With all my soul and being
Meet me there tomorrow!
