I take my chances...

The evening breeze blows past...

Opens the mind’s eye...

Pulls me back to my days of yore...

And...I come back to life...

Why is that I can’t part with the memories?

Does my happiness come from my past?

Am I not living in my present?

Or...Am I not living at all?

Surrounded I remain, by the love of my connections,

Failing to understand my own identity,

Finding it difficult to move away for a while and move on,

Unable to decide whether it is good or bad...

All say...that the true meaning of life,

Is not in the reminiscence...

But one is remembered,

For the courage one shows in starting afresh...

Threads tangle again...

But loosen up easily this time,

Change is hard to envisage...

But I take my chances...