I Guess It’s My Head

Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide

– David Gilmour and Polly Samson, High Hopes

Yesterday I strove
with the lust of bygone
days lust to relive
turns dusty dry
in my throat

Wins and losses
as summer reruns play
bear no surprise ending
do not bear repeating

My eyes face forward
the eyes in my face
so why glance askance
why digress as I progress

It’s not for those I’ve lost
whose paths I’ve crossed
it’s about the change
the only constant
in my constantly
transforming life

I guess it’s my heart



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