Time fills past footprints, covering the path from wence we came. But we carry the burdens of this past. Which regrets from our ancestors should we hold on to, and which should we let go of?
And the snow falls cold
Upon our backs,
But still we wander,
And never look back.
Smoke is rising
In the aftermath.
On this pursuit of life
You can never look back.
You can never look back.
The snowfall covers,
Blankets our steps.
We’ve walked for hours,
We can’t go back.
It’s not a choice we have
When we have our breath.
Time only goes forward.
It can’t go back.
We’ll never go back.
Even if we wanted,
The world has
Erased
Our tracks.
Don’t you dare look back.
You won’t find what you’re looking for,
So don’t look back.
Don’t you dare look back.
Upon our shoulders
Rests the burdens
Of the ones
Who came before us.
Leaving marks upon this path,
Until they vanish,
With the smoke and ash.
It’s not ours to regret.
So don’t look back.
It’s not a choice
We carry.
Only a choice
On where we bring
This weight.
And what we choose to pass on.
And what we choose to give a resting place.
So don’t look back.
Don’t you dare you look back.
Don’t you dare you look back!
Focus on the next step,
To leave behind the past!
Don’t you dare you look back!
Today
is the time,
The time to move forward.
Someday,
There will be a time,
For us to look back.
To look back.
So don’t look back.
Don’t look back.
When we're so focused on the future, we forget to enjoy the little moments which make each day a true wonder. Smiling at strangers. Breathing in spring flowers. Savoring spices. It's only when we've missed too many, that we realize how much they truly mean.
All the days
come and go
too fast
So many fleeting moments
meant to pass
That's what I tell myself
I'm much too focused
on the past
Past life
Past Days
Passed Now
On a future
I can't seem
To live without
Ignoring All the Little Things right now
Because the days keep goin'
No matter how I spend these moments
These moments
These moments
When
All the little things
They come and go
as they please
Their little laughs and screams
I'm begging these
Don't come back to haunt me
To take the meaning away
From a life lived without the today
Sometimes it feels like I lose myself,
If I’m being honest.
Like I’m finding somebody else
Beneath this skin
I get so caught up
In who I don’t want to become
Anymore
Than I already am
So clear ahead,
Oh I’ve got sight of
Where my life is going
Until the picture breaks
And I’m lost in the fall
I’m reaching
For all the fragments I once knew
To make sense of
Who I need to become
I really want to find my way
To become the person I was meant to be
But some days it gets so hard
I just need to stop
Take a breath
And restart
And restart
And restart
And restart
And restart
I collect all of the pieces
But the colors have been changed
To arrange a new vision
Dull and blurred
Where cracks
Have been taped
Sometimes it seems
Like dreams can be remade
But the truth I hide
Is that they’re never the same
Sometimes I know I’m not who I was
If I’m being honest
It’s time to let that path go
And repaint the way
Too caught up
In putting the pieces back in place
To realize
The view is far from the same
I really want to find my way
To become the person I was meant to be
Some days it will be hard
You just need to stop
Take a breath
And restart
And restart
And restart
And restart
And restart
Reflections tell us who we have been, but do they tell us who we are, and what it is we could become?
In the cold winter rain,
I see my reflection.
Unsteady eyes,
And weathered cheeks.
The smile of a poet,
The scars of a soldier,
What martyr’s in this echo,
Staring back at me?
Time has gone,
And ripples shatter thoughts,
Thoughts of who,
I would never be,
Reflections never told me,
Who I was meant to be,
what I would become
Only what I’ll never see,
So in this life I’m learning,
It’s not too late to find me,
And let go of who,
I used to be.
Window Shopping,
Fogs my complexion,
Worn out dreams,
And memories.
The ghost of a father,
A husband and a lover,
Some things just,
Aren’t meant to be.
Time goes on,
Like this city through the storm,
Puddled dreams,
Of who I wanted to become,
Reflections never told me,
How I could never see,
The importance of the moment,
of love and family.
So in this life I’m learning,
I can still learn to love me,
and let go of who,
I used to be.
My hair like the sky,
And just as rainy eyed,
It takes a lifetime to realize,
There’s something bigger than myself,
Too many wishes,
Just as many chances,
I only saw,
Who I thought would be loved
Time goes on,
No one ever cared what I’d become,
Can I replace this life
With one I’ll leave proud of
Reflections never told me,
Who I was meant to be,
what I would become
Only what I’ll never see,
So in this life I’m learning,
It’s not too late to find me,
Reflections never told me,
How I could never see,
The importance of the moment,
of love and family.
So in this life I’m learning,
I can still learn to love me,
and let go of who,
I used to be.
and let go of who,
I used to be.
We were never made to live in such boxes as defined by society. Find the map you were made to follow, or make your own.
I didn’t finish school,
like I was supposed to.
But why the hell should I,
if it’s not even what I want to do?
These societal pressures,
these personal metrics,
are met with bad tastes in my mouth.
But no one gives a damn,
how I feel.
My friends are still in college,
my folks will not stop calling,
by phone,
by name,
by design.
Like I’m missing out on boxes,
determined by tradition,
that seems to know,
what’s best for my life.
But it isn’t always, so straight forward.
So won’t you listen,
just this once?
I’m tired of being told to go on paths beaten to death,
it’s just not the way,
I imagined I would live.
And of course I want to be,
a good kid,
like my parents wished,
I just wasn’t made to follow such straight paths.
So please let me lead life with a different map.
I’m stuck in my head,
yeah I will admit that.
But maybe that’s because,
it’s the only place I feel safe at.
With closed doors for open eyes,
I close myself from the world outside,
but that’s only because,
I’d rather stay here
than move like they’d like.
If you could only understand it,
that I’m a fully capable person,
not a failure,
not a fraud,
not a child.
You worry about my mental health,
But that’s not the root problem,
only a product,
of the pressure applied.
But it isn’t really, that straight forward.
So won’t you listen,
just this once?
I’m tired of being told to go on paths beaten to death,
it’s just not the way,
I imagined I would live.
And of course I want to be,
a good kid,
like my parents wished,
I just wasn’t made to follow such straight paths.
So please just let me lead this life with a different map.
I promise it won’t be easy,
I promise I won’t fall short.
Sometimes we have to wander,
away from these known shores.
So let me look to the stars,
where no two eyes see the same path.
Let me find where I need to go,
that’ll be my map.
Maybe I’m
Maybe I’m
Maybe I’m restless,
Or I’m a pessimist
Who’s afraid he’s reached his limits.
A limitless understanding of where the best fit
Upon the coverage
Of lenses
Painting heroes grand and flawless
Or maybe I’m
Maybe I’m
Maybe I’m Growing cold
Like the coffee,
Reflection,
Turned bitter in the cup I hold,
I’m holding onto something
So preached about
It’s dragging me down.
You can be anything,
Is all I’ve been told.
Oh, maybe I’m not the best.
I’m not the one
Chosen to represent
But maybe I’m,
Maybe I’m still someone.
And maybe I’m not a idol.
I’m not the one made to inspire.
But maybe I
Maybe I
Still could.
And maybe it’s just one life.
But maybe,
Just maybe,
That would be enough.
*musical + vocal interlude*
Maybe this,
Maybe this life
goes too fast
Fading roses,
outside my window,
Withered souls
With colored pasts.
Maybe fleeting moments
Are what make the beautiful,
Stand out from the rest.
Or maybe I’m
Maybe I’m
Maybe I’m a poet
Full of lost words
From past lives
I’ve never lived before
Never left to rest
Passed on from lessons
Of revolution
I’ll never learn to understand
But maybe that’s not
What the rebels meant
Oh, maybe I’m not the best.
I’m not the one
Chosen for such ascent.
But maybe I’m,
Maybe I’m
Still someone.
Maybe I’m not a hero.
I’m not a rebel
made to change the world.
But maybe I
Maybe I
still could.
Maybe I,
Maybe I
Can change,
myself.
And maybe it’s just one life.
But maybe,
Just maybe,
That would be enough.