I will bring you into
Your future
If you let go
Of the past.
A past that lives alone
As a hermit
Telling itself stories
Self combusting
For answers
That never come.
So come along
The slate is clean
Wherever you go
In the present moment,
On paper, stone or wood
Horizons of happenings
That never end
Even for tomorrow,
A future can be
Safely scratched
In for you.
So, release the
Weight of sorrow
The musing of regret
Let the tales have
Their place in time
As you leave them behind
And I will show you
An infinite wealth
Of living where
Nothing
Can tie you down.