As I hold the hand of my past to walk into the present

I couldn't help but suspend my actions,
As the siren of memories blew so strong
I flew afar into the further,
As I couldn't hold the self very long.

I would so far reminisce and feel the burden,
Of the bitter bygone memories.
That chained my mind, shackled my soul
Crucified the very being in frequent series.

However, now as I slowly begin
To detach myself from the past,
Attempt to draw the mind into the present,
Wash off the grey shadows that were once cast.

However, strain- when chances upon the mind,
Déjà vu strikes and whispers across,

"This is happening to you again,

So, be fair in what you engross."

I lay startled as the realization dawned,

My very plight, of which I'd fret

Is shinning my path,

So that I no longer regret.

My very shadow,

I strongly shunned

Is beaming through the past,

And giving gentle reprimand.

I know not this eerie call,

Yet I know it's there for me.

A connection with the infamous past though,

But a glowworm for the future, to better see.

'God, Guru and Self are synonymous',

Kept resonating through my mind.

I now learned to embrace my grey,

To not lose what I can find.