Onward

I’m keeping optimism warm for all of us / Issue 1,490

Oh, hi friends!

There was a time our happiness seemed neverending
I was so sure that where we were heading was right
Life was a road so certain and straight and unbending
Our little road with never a crossroad in sight

Back in the days when we spoke in civilized voices
Women in white and sturdy young men at the oar
Back in the days when I let you make all my choices
We can never go back to before

There was a time my feet were so solidly planted
You'd sail away while I turned my back to the sea
I was content, a princess asleep and enchanted
If I had dreams then I let you dream them for me

Back in the days when everything seemed so much clearer
Women in white who knew what their lives held in store
Where are they now, those women who stared from the mirror?
We can never go back to before

There are people out there, unafraid of revealing
That they might have a feeling
Or they might have been wrong
There are people out there, unafraid to feel sorrow
Unafraid of tomorrow
Unafraid to be weak
Unafraid to be strong

There was a time when you were the person in motion
I was your wife, it never occurred to want more
You were my sky, my moon and my stars and my ocean
We can never go back to before
We can never go back to before

Listen to “Back to Before.”

Eat a cookie. Or an entire lasagna.

Run your heart out.

Pet a dog.

Call a friend.

Vote and revel in the moment: you get to vote.

We’re not going back, friends.

We are not.

He ain’t either! (source)