When you leave something behind
Does it hurt, or are we just trying to change ourselves
When we feel bounded by those around us
Do we reject them, because we wish to fly
And when something that's gone still has the power to hurt
Will it ever be gone, or will it simply transform into something new
Letting go, is something sour, n bitter, because to leave
is the epitome of wanting to change, without any resistance
Perhaps it is a mistake, or perhaps there is some buried regret
When we want a bigger picture, do we release the small obstacles
without a word, or any delay
Is it something I truly wanted to do for months, or something that shifted overnight
Perhaps I'll never know
But I do know, that it has become silent
There remains no loud noise, no fear, and most of all no need for any acceptance
but that of self
So maybe we will always make mistakes
But one of the few things we can do for ourselves
is deny entrance to that which makes one regret.
