There is a place I should not go
But can get to from here
It's full of both joy and sorrow
I call it yesteryear
Once I thought this place was but
A home away from home
A place where I could reminisce
In times I felt alone
In this place I could revisit
The good times come and gone
They served as consolation when
I sang a lonesome song
But in time I realized
There's more to it than that
Because there's more than joy to find
When you're stuck looking back
Yes, there's light in wandering
the past, as I would do
But light has its counterpart;
Darkness resides there too
The darkness overwhelmed me once
And kept me in its grip
And fighting it would only make
My scarce sanity slip
As the years went slowly by
I came to understand
The only way I could escape
This dark, quickening sand
Was to cease my visiting
This bright and dreary place
And once I did I found TRUE joy
It stared me in the face
When I let go of what once was,
Including happiness,
I found that that also rewrote
Every woeful mess
There is no point in staying there
It's useless looking back
I'm only moving forward now
the past is in the past
