Here I am, once more
Staring at myself, across a road,
Dripping with depression and nostalgia
From my lonesome soul, out of my bruised body.
Which way do I go now?
Left, right, backwards?
No, no, certainly not backwards
To move astern is for the weak
To move forward is for the resilient and the strong
And a strong dreamer is what lies
In my melted puddle of hope and aspirations
I know I won't go backwards
Just like I know
I won't follow the direction
That the tips of my laborious fingers point to
The fingers that are connected
To my calloused hands
And my extended weary arms.
I believe the only way, the only direction for me to follow
Is onward
So here I am
Ready to take my first steps into a new world
With a new me
Like a new born,
Opening its eyes to a new world, a new life
Like a neonate, I shall uncover my glossy eyes
From my irritated lids
And breathe in a new air
A new beginning.
