Letting go of the familiar,
Has and will never be easy;
Never let anyone occupy space in your head,
When all you're getting back is something measly.
If something hurt you back then,
But can make you happy now;
Why hold yourself back,
Why make it a thing you lack?
Now nothing can be done,
About the wrongs of the past;
Why dig up a dead horse?
Why carry it till you last?
Its the present that matters,
Not whats happened or what will;
Strive to make today worth living,
Else everything will simply stand still.
If you're confused,
Its better to just not think;
Better to not to do anything,
Rather than do something stupid.
At times ignorance sure is bliss,
Its always better to not know a few things;
Cos once if that's etched in your mind,
The thought of it forever clings.
Its either here or there,
Its all about white or black;
No matter how good or bad,
Its always better to never look back.