It is a place that I left
I have left a lot of places
It is a place that I return to
I return to a lot of places
It was a time when I walked away
I have walked away too too often
It was a time which passed me by
I did pass time by too too often
My memory occasionally reminds me
My memory equally often forgets
My heart and soul remind me
My heart and soul less often forgets
It wasn’t a great start
But it did get better
I was not in a good mood
But the mood it got better
I was under the black cloud
But the black cloud lifted
I was feeling sorry for myself
But the pastiche of miasma slowly lifted
I berate myself unduly
Before I feel the lightness
I criticise myself without reason
Before I am redeemed by the lightness
