To everything there is a season
Am I ready to let go?
Romantic v. Voice of Reason
What I feel and what I know.
Muddled by my cogitations
Such a lack of clarity
Yearning for the old sensations
Held back by uncertainty.
I can’t reach a destination
Magnetised, my compass tilts
Time for a new incarnation?
Banish hangups, hurts and guilts
Feelings reconciliation
Pay a penny, spin the dial
Out spits the determination
Leave your heart to mend a while.
Wanting to move on. Take the plunge. But knowing you’re not ready.