Past

It gives me goozebumps,
to describe the struggle I went through,
to have amateur dreams of mine,
fly in the sky,

I studied all the wrong things,
which didn't mean a thing to me,
but with a hope that it works out for some dreams,
but now I see its brevity,


If only we could open pages of our memory,
very quickly,
and future simulation of present,
we would just get baffled,

We justify the wrong choices,
the memory rules you,
the hands are tied,
until the pain is apparent,

and you decide to move to next step,
and leave  behind,
the past, and jump into the future.

It takes courage and wisdom,
to see what is needed and not just go by flow.

Goozebumps still fresh ,
when I revisit chapters of past,
and see the fragility of life.