Stuck in the past you look aghast at what already passed Your brain relentlessly reminds you Blinded by what’s behind you You cannot look ahead Trapped in needless tread Stuck inside your head
Freedom’s found not from the future But from finally finding the present The now that shows you how to turn your head around To leave what’s done as done Shut off the nagging re-run Open your eyes to the sun Now you have beautifully begun
The moment surrounds Clears away clouds Fog fades away Dismissed by the day And freed from your chains Only options remain A blissful release What I would call peace
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