Let Go

Let go, loosen the grip,and watch where the flying sand goes.The aim is not to grow up by swallowing hurt to keep the peace,but to find the freedom of release.

Waiting for what,lingering for what?Wedged into the axis of time,it should not submit so meekly.

Release, release,forget, forget.These nameless wounds, one after another,are forever the hero's medals.

Let it be so,why let longing drive you mad?There is still time to wander as one pleases,having waved off the absurdity of youth.