Who I am
who I'm not
which is right?
I forgot.

Memories of the past,
longings for the future...
they argue constantly.

The past says there is no future.
The future says to forget the past.
The present doesn't know
which voice to listen to.

Should the hope for the future
give way to the scars of the past?
Is the hope for tomorrow
a bleeding wound from yesterday?

I seek the answer.

If my present hope for the future
is merely an unbound scar...
I'd rather find a new hope and
let the scars heal.

But...

If my hope for the future
is a light to the present,
may I forget the past
and dance beneath the stars.