From Where I Stand

The winds have settled down I stop and look around All I can see now is so different from how I've seen it before It certainly don't look that bad From this point of view Nothing is like it was before Nothing is like it was A quiet hill on roaring land A winding path unwalked Born from the ashes on the ground beneath my feet I take a breath Inhale the scent of wilderness It might take some time till the fog lifts and reveals a view That puts into perspective some formerly uncomfortable truths Still I don't want things to turn back into what they used to be Would you force a flower back into its seed It's almost an art not to dismiss to quickly All the past selves I'm not fond of exactly Spent some time pulling up weeds not aware What narrative that feeds Leaving my garden to grow wildly Is something that took practice To be doing lightly Outgrown traits also played their part In everything that's yet to start It might take some time till the fog lifts and reveals a view That puts into perspective some formerly uncomfortable truths But when it does, there's room enough to recognize We should be able to close a chapter without leaving the author despised It might take some time till the fog lifts and reveals a view That puts into perspective some formerly uncomfortable truths Still I don't want things to turn back into what they used to be Would you force a flower back into its seed Ahh...