Gathered
Gathered up by unseen hands
And rolled together slowly
Until we begin to crumble
In our most broken state
We are ready to be reformed
Bound together with new
Ingredients, experiences that have
Changed us
Unable to return to what we once were
We embrace the new
Look different
Feel different
Smell different
People can tell you have changed
Some will miss the old
And try to reshape but
You know you cannot go back
The future is already here
The sound of metamorphosis
You cannot return to the
Womb with its comfort and security
A new path is before you
Step out in confidence
And uncertainty
Thoughts
No matter how good you were, you cannot go back only forwards.
This is The Ghost of Mr Fox playing an open mic night. We were a good little band.
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