Oh the days
that come to me
now that time
seems to just let me be,

stillness is sure
and straight as can be
looking forward is a mist
through which I can't see

so to look back to days
and the meaning they had
sifting through time
and sorting out bad

revising visions
of things I once knew
seems automatic
when there's nothing to do

we all look back
to days gone by
to make sense of things
we seem to try

to find reasons
for this thing or that
wondering if we've grown
to be where we're at

but tell me what would happen
if we just let it all be
if we said to ourselves
"that was then, this is me"

could we accept
the things we regret
and settle for peace
and just for once let

all of it go
where ever it may
can we do this at all
one bright shiny day?

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli