Salvaging Truth

Key to success is within

But the past, utterly dim

Always wishes to reign.

So I stood on the pavement

To have a clear eyeshot

Of what is called current.

It looks worthwhile

If one follows the rule

And bear fruits in time to come.

It was quintessential now, to begin

It means to peep out from olden

Which blurred, the awaiting beyond vision.

Promising is what we see beyond

But near impossible is the path

That leads from now to beyond with the past in hand.

How can I miss, for which I exist

But then to wipe out what is behind

Appears nowhere in my list.

Lingering in the past

And refusing to appreciate the present

Isn't promising, for what has not come, yet.

Decision has to be now

As to what do I hold, the past that is gone

Or that which awaits tomorrow.

Loading the past is Sisyphean

As it pulls back the beautiful present

And backslides the rising sun.

It is the quenching occasion

But now has come, the time

To step up and detach, from behind

And fly free, in horizon sublime.