Trying not to see
yesterday in my eyes.
Trying to keep room
for new dreams
in my mind.
Every morning
when I step outside,
there is space
and time
for something new,
something better.
I’m not the one I was.
I left who I was above,
when I flew on scarlet wings,
and thought I could do anything.
Dreams they come
and dreams they go.
Truths betrayed
and laying low,
but I’ve become another soul
and thrown some old dreams
out the window.
I don’t want to fly again.
I’m happy right here
on the ground.
Memories of all that pain
seem to want to hang around.
I’m okay with it,
I’m alright with who I’ve been.
Let the old dreams go,
because I know
I’ll fall asleep again.
Wake up to this new Sun,
a new dream
already begun,
and I believe
I’m not the only one
seeing this
new dream
for the first time.
Same old me,
same old eyes.
Same old problems,
same old mind.
Fall asleep waiting,
half the time
for these new dreams of mine.
I can’t lie
and I can’t hide.
Try as I might
to leave behind
these old days,
this old pain,
the good, old kind.
I know how I was made
and play my side.
Wake up everyday
and it seems
I still find
new space
for new dreams
with time.
HG – 2022
