Turn Around

Looking back, felt a flutter;

Caused by the heavy clutter,  

Of recollections and regrets:

time to pay oblivion’s debts.

The saddle of choices

And the nagging voices

Weigh me down;

There is just no turning around.

Just a life of care and concern;

Just scars from the scalding burn;

Just a road with colossal blocks;

Just the loud ticking of the clocks.

The intersection appears again

Revealing the grave human bane

to lug the yoke of choices

And the nagging voices

That weigh me down;

there is just no turning around.

But,I shall dig my way out

Of that, there is no doubt

Once again, I shall soar and spread my wings;

And find some air to snivel and sing.

Joy and peace will not be a distant sound

I will find a way to turn around.