There’s no solace in memories

All these memories of the past,
Some good, some bad.
I rarely reflect on the good;
I’ve always had trouble with the bad.
Making friends, or keeping them,
I’ve not had an issue.
But making deep relationships,
I’ve only made a few.

Maybe this isn’t a bad thing;
Maybe this is the way;
Maybe I’m too critical;
Of myself and them in certain ways.

I cringe at embarrassing moments;
I close my eyes in fear;
I think of all that I could have done differently;
But forget that change is so near.
It’s one thing to live in the past;
But another to be haunted by it;
Theres no solace in memories.
Theres no solace in memories.

All the lives I could have lived,
Instead of living for someone else.
The person I could have been,
Instead of the person I’ve become.
What’s too late?
I’ve not lived long enough.
Is there time left for change?
Is that even something I’m capable of.

Maybe this is change;
Maybe this is the way;
Maybe I’m too critical,
Of myself and the path I’ve paved.

I’ve learned a good deal;
The world has much to share;
I’ve fallen many times,
And yet I still got here.
What’s next?
I don’t know.
My life is nowhere I imagined it’d be,
And, to an extent, that’s not where my life will ever go.

I shouldn’t look back in disgrace;
Theres nothing I can ever change;
The past is just in history;
As a well recorded page.
It’s one thing to live in the past;
But another to be haunted by it;
Theres no solace in memories.
Theres no solace in memories.