Beginning of the Next

 Let the past be a story, not just a memory. I’ll embrace the future with my vision and insight. I’ll gain lessons learned from enriched experiences.

The street lights on the edge of my doubt,
Dust on the road,
where I’ve been walking along.
I sense the unusual, feel differently,
as hidden things blocking my way forward—
But I try to work things out, stay focused…

If the world is a chronological book,
Then I won’t stay on the same page.
I’ll write with my ink flow,
I’ll learn how to start with creativity.

This is the beginning of the next,
  understanding soft but strong in my mind.
I won’t chase all the shiny things,
I’ll build a dawn from -

what I’ve left with.
When the night pulls me off track,
I’ll come back, I’ll come back,
This is the beginning of the next.

I used to hold every promised word,
Like a gem stone I never could ignore.
Now I’m turning friction into a help
  a map I’ll ride on and off

And if my mind shakes like a rainstorm,
I’ll still choose where the light is.
One small step, one truer sound—
I’m becoming, I’m unbinding.

No perfect timing, no spotless sky,
Just a spark and a willingness to try.
I’m not lost—I’m learning the way,
From the part of me that makes myself holistic .

This is the beginning of the next,
New perspective, new hope,

some bravery, some weak.
Let the past be a story, 

not just a memory—
I’ll embrace the future with my vision and insight.

I’ll gain lessons learned from enriched experiences.
When the world is full of uncertainty,
I’ll stand up, I’ll move on,
Yeah, this is the beginning of the next.

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