More contemplations - Owonrin Osa

Sometimes
My mind moves hauntingly into the past
Recreating moments of
Love
Sadness
Joy
Pain
So many I wish I could relive
So many I wish I could change
I was a wanderer with no direction
Reading a script as much written by others as myself
Running blindly through the forest
Hoping each new path would lead me
Home
So many mistakes made
Trying to reach that place
So many moments not realizing
I’d already had it
Like the moon reflecting on the lake
I only needed to look up to
See it was real