Moving On

What once was, is lost
in a good way things change
My eyes are deeper now
as are my thoughts
No longer do I channel
deep into the well of internal angst
to cope
I am stronger
heartier
wiser
My life is a field of meaning
pleasure
and profit
Lessons are learned
People valued
No
I do not wish to remenisce with you
wide eyed wandrous illusions
of what life is
Clutching firmly to some notion
some misguided dilusion
that I am not a part
of this wondrous universe
its workings and magic
strewn to each strand of my hair
embedded in my fingerprints
ingrained in my soul