Let Go

Of the past, of the pain,
Of the thoughts, in this brain.

Too many to count, too many to see,
The words of this soul, have yet set me free.

Running and turning, churning and burning,
Flowing and going, is anyone knowing?

How much they are here, lost in this space,
With faint little whispers I can't yet embrace.

Let Go

Of control and of worry,
And yes, I must hurry

But is hurry control,
in another role?

So much confusion, so ready to fly
Without any strings, without any ties.

All have been severed, or most that I know
Once all behind me, how far back do they go?

Threads of these lifetimes. Tangled and worn
Strings interwoven, a bit beaten and torn.

Once wrapped around me, they've now set me free,
Beyond that thick web, that used to be me.

Gossamer residue shakes off of my soul,
And looks to a mirror to now take control.

Let Go

The voice whispers. Control isn't real.
It's a figment, a figure, just what you feel.

A need to survive. So you believe.
It's not the truth, just what you perceive.

Let Go

It isn't a choice, not anymore,
You know the truth, not like before.

He runs the world, your worry is fear
Pushing is fighting, and controlling is clear.

Stopping the growth, blocking the flow,
No longer a choice... you have to grow.