Looking Back

In the middle of a storm
that may change me for the better
I stand confused and gaze
into the tempest and wonder
How I will fare.

The past creeps to find me
I know I can't look back
if I want to move ahead.
Learn, I have
Lost am I
in this maelstrom.

Sometimes the lessons
don't quite make themselves clear.
Though I have learned many times
that I must move on.
Using the past as a reservoir
to draw upon but not drown in
Since I do have a choice after all.


On my mind: Christian guilt + Hindu fatalism = Malayalee
On my lips: 2003 Pozzi Sicilia Rosso
In my ears: More Than This (Bryan Ferry)