The past really has something to do
With the future that we are creating
For it makes us learn, makes us know
What we shouldn't be and should be
The past really has something to do
With the present that we are dealing
For we already know all those right moves
That won't lead us repeating same mistakes
But past gives us references and expectations
That we set as our standards in deciding
The next to take path, next to make moves
And finally, the forever growing personality
But past gives us references and expectations
That hinders us from making the correct choices
Makes us vulnerable from fear and won't let us out
In the box that we were comfortable in
For it was where we've been great
Wherein it has been our best
Nonetheless, we were never perfect there
Why do we get scared from not reaching
The expectations and standards that past had set
Maybe, we don't want to forget, needing something similar
Or even something greater than what has been great
That standard has been special, and again
It has been our reference up-to-date
Point taken, it was the greatest but it is
The utmost by far, as of now, for the record
Take risks and don't let that ghost of the past
Haunt you in your choices and decisions
Settle on what you have now
Who might know, that selection might be
The better than choosing the previous-known
Yet it has been the wrong answer
Don't be terrified to select now
Don't be scared that you won't get the best
Fear not that the same thing will happen again
Risk, it has been what we all lack
The past and the now are two different things
Two distinct entities with unlike characteristics
But again, I'm not referencing that history to you
I'm not asking you best what has been best
Or even being the same with what has been
Just be who you are, the way I know you
I love it and I'll love it more and more
For you are amazingly new in my life
A change that knocked me off my feet
The experience I'm longing to treasure
Yes, you're that next I've been looking for
Thursday, May 5
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