They say time heals old wounds and I guess it's true
things of the past presently tug at the strings
but yet do not hurt so much.
Perhaps hurt would be the wrong thing to say
instead the twinge of wistfulness of what would could
may have been.

The passing of time brings change to all
new days come and go with effortless ease
the cycle of darkness and light repeats without choice
so make most of what it brings.

Things come things go
where they take me you them we do not know
but the people that cross my walking track
from the days of old
some still walk beside me with their heads up high
smiles upon their faces their shoulders always available
while others have parted ways some sadly others worse and many indifferent

But, at the same time
more and more people join me on this track
the footprints left on the sand behind me will stay
like the airlessness that is history in a glass case.
While perhaps it is not important that anyone remembers
for those who do, it is enough.

I now with time passing
view from inside my little glass box
to the outside world.
Raising my hammer of life waiting to smash the boundaries I set before
and to take my walking track
and all those who wish to still walk with me
to places never set foot on
so I may leave new footprints for others to see and follow.

It is a scary thought
to bring massive change
to chase things so far away
but in your own heart, if you can be at ease
even though past memories may still tug backwards
picking up one foot at a time
you will always be able to walk
forwards.

Come, meet me on this walking track
and together we shall march onwards
and find out our true selves and not
what others think or say
and then, we will be
exactly as we want to be,
and happy.