Staring at Ghosts

The once lost is now found, but not the way you remember. I have changed, through eyes of time I am not who I once was, though you see me for what I used to be. You have forever placed me in a time capsule I have no place being in. Frozen time belongs to the dead, but even then, the memories carry on, the legacy continues.

The best part of tomorrow is a new chance to prove the wrong I belong, the truth of who I am remains inside of me, and new beginnings are abound as long as there is breath in me. So don't hold me where I used to be, and you may be free of whatever it is you cling too, to hold you there. Growth happens, happened, remains of a shell you haunt only disturbs you.

Does it kill you to know I escaped your box? Is it embarrassing for you as others see your labels bounce off who I am now? You're never going to see the way we could be, as long as you're caught in what we used be. Trying to keep a cage on me, awakens the sleeping dragon within, as I destroy everything around my being. My wings alone allow me to soar high above the attacks of my enemies, but do I label you enemy, or uninformed of reality?

Cause and effect, it's a choice to make the cause, and do we allow it to effect us? I have moved forward so far from where I once was, while you keep looking at where I once stood.