Exodus

It’s past the time
When the curtains rose up to thunderous applause
It’s past the time
When the audience wept and laughed to see me

Now is the hour

When all the pages of this story are inked in
Now is the hour
When the paper’s glued and tightly bound together

And in a little while

What will I think of how I behaved before?
And in a little while
Will I still feel so exposed to my very core?

A few years from now

I’ll be laughing again, and I’ll feel so carefree
A few years from now
Everything new will be the fresh breeze I need

Some more time later

Maybe I’ll be brave enough to think on the past
Some more time later
And not cringe from all these memories of mine

When it’s finally over

The tears I should have shed will eventually appear
When it’s finally over
And I’ll heal from the pain I’ll now let myself feel

Remembering the past

Will be like looking at someone else’s life history
Remembering the past
The plot still recalled but the sharp details blurry

Looking back inquiringly

Maybe I’ll admit this life was damned worth living
Looking back inquiringly
I’ll finally tell myself I did okay and won’t be lying

So from now on

Perhaps I’ll even look forward to all my regrets

From now on