I went back to the old pages of my old diary
Was it a mistake? Was it worth it?
Do these tears of nostalgia and pain mean anything?
Will they liberate me or incarcerate me, now or ever?
Watching the pictures of my reflexion
I analyze what has become
I see the good and evil, and bad and ridiculous
The joy and hope and sad and deceiving.
I see the kid with goals and magic
I see the teen with purpose and reason
I see the adult with fear and worries
I see myself with broken dreams and lost imagination.
Two pairs of eyes
One with a spark
One with a shadow
What secret lies behind them?
Now, I open my eyes, I open my mind
Because what matters is not now
But what lies beyond today
And the path I choose to take.