I move to the future
At what I hope is ‘fast’.
But no matter what I do,
I can’t let go the past.

I fear the unknown
Yet, stare it in the eye.
But just like a nagging mom,
I think of times gone by.

The risk was immense when
I listened to that voice.
I think, just how daft I was
To choose to make that choice.

There’s nought to be done.
I try so hard to grow.
I know, I can’t change the past
...I also can’t let go!

(Sigh!)