My back is now turned,
My back is turned for a reason,
My back is turned for a mission,
My back is turned on yesterday,
My back is turned on all that has passed.
It is turned on yesterday’s sorrow,
It is turned on yesterday’s happiness,
It is turned on yesterday’s tragedies,
It is turned on yesterday’s enemies,
It is turned on yesterday’s detractors,
It is turned on yesterday’s suppressors,
It is turned on yesterday’s oppressors,
It is turned on yesterday’s betrayers,
It is turned on yesterday’s Judases,
It is turned on yesterday’s damn fools,
It is turned on yesterday’s gossipers.
Now, I am looking firmly ahead,
Making use of the little time left to me,
Making use of every opportunity I have,
Running a race against no one but myself,
Inspirationally driving my poetic pen,
Sitting quietly in my corner,
Writing proverbs filled with wisdom,
And turning my thoughts into timeless words.
My back is turned, but my vision is clear;
I am moving forward without yesterday’s fear.
I have no time to waste on what is gone;
