It’s weird
The phases we go through.
Nothing ever really
Stays the same
Not like we want it to
Life moves on
Life is moving on
And yet
Here we stand
Stuck in the mud
Dragging the past behind us
Using it to look at the future
But
How does a bird fly
When all it’s feathers are filled with dirt?
We cannot let it go
That is proven
But it should not
Hold us back.
Get rid of the old
Get on with the new
Why is that so hard?
sometimes I sit down and think "Oh I should write" and just type and things happen
hence this
I think about the past a lot. It's shaped me in many ways, both good and bad. Everyone says "You've got to move on sometime" But can we ever really do that? I don't seem to be able to.
