How heavy it feels
This illusion
On days of greys and glooms
We say if onlys
And we say what thens
Wondering if there were more
Or less we could have done
Can we but stop time
Or go back
Or be different
The flowers would all be in bloom
The sun would shine
Our very souls would unravel
Into beams of starlight
We look forward lifting
Heaving the past with us
Dragging our mistakes behind us
Again again again
Piling new ones onto the old
If onlys
What thens
Why not ungrasp
The hold of fear
In realization of our light
Reduce the shadows
Become wild and free
Wind and ocean
Vast and unencumbered
Right now
Increased
