Out of the Past

I can't find where I used to be
An all too distant memory
I re-read the words that followed me here
They've pinned me down in another year

I set out to tell a story
And I ended up writing quite a few
But the problem with getting older
Is forgetting what once was new

It's not a feeling I can recreate
Nor do I want to. Perhaps simulate?
It's a chapter I've finished reading, I suppose
But I'm not sure how the next chapter goes

It reads confusing, like a different language
And it feels distant like an unknown age
The difference is distinct, but utterly satisfying
I'm finding so much happiness while not even trying

I have no regrets save the pages still pending
I have no idea how to get to the ending
I have a new love that sets pages a fire
And yet there remains and unfinished desire

Enough already! Stop trying to retrieve
Just put pen to paper and start to believe
Work from new emotions and let those feelings go
That work was built through depression, or didn't you know?

Finish the story, find a new way to start
You can finally end it because you have her in your heart