Saturday 29 April 1995

Time to move on



Memories tug at my heart strings
Making me turn around,
But in my step, I must get back the spring
I mustn’t look back, lest I be forever bound.

It’s time to move on
Time to forget old dreams.

The past wells up in front of me,
Fleeting moments of laughter and of tears,
Of unfulfilled wishes that meant so much to me,
Of dreams too good to be true, of silent fears.

It’s time to move on
Time to make my life

As I bid adieu to my memories,
In their mesh I am still ensnared;
But the future beckons, me on its wings it carries,
To fly ahead I am now prepared.

It’s time to move on
Time to create new memories.




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