Beginning of the Next

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

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

correct the wrong doing…

If the world is a history book,
Then I won’t stay on the same page.
I’ll write with my ink flow,
share insight.

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 lighten the surroundings,
This is the beginning of the next.

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

And if my mind runs 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 paradigm,

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 experiences of the past.
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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