A Second Draft of Us

Rewriting Memory

There comes a time when we cross a certain threshold
Like reaching higher ground and seeing the road behind
It’s as if the map we held had several detours
Some were needless while trying to find peace of mind

And maybe those diversions were necessary
Sometimes guidance and advice will fall on deaf ears
But we live and we learn, with bumps, bruises and burns
Recalling how we would’ve saved ourselves some tears

But that’s OK, we appreciate the lesson
We value the time and effort it takes to grow
A second draft of us becomes like a rebirth
Refining and revising when it’s time to glow

I can see the road ahead and it’s quite the climb
With a quiet mind I try not to be so callous
All for the memories that now stay behind
Now I’m still trying, striving, searching for balance