Habituated, resolute repetition, Dripping, drip dripping
Eroding freedom by the second
Time gone, but lingering on
Like memories looming In the mist
Receding, but ever present, Ghosts of experience, threatening
I'm letting go, Surrendering to being mindful of the risks
Of living in the past
Equally, as the ghosts of tomorrow rear their terrifying heads
I smile as they fade before my opening eyes.
I'm letting go of tomorrow, Yesterday has past
The fog clears as I ascend, Flying in the clear blue of now.
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