The Renaissance

Years lost and gone,
Wasted in pursuit of
dreams I called mine,
Was lost in a maze
and never knew,
Was going round
in circles for time,
Eyes wide open
but couldn’t see me,
Now have the scales
fallen off,
Springtime is here for me,
My latent visions and dreams
are now clear,
The real me has
come to the fore,
My love for nature and
humanities are revealed,
My creative self has
come to me,
The east wind has blown
my lost treasure to me,
It stays with me
and sits with me,
This is my emancipation,
This is the new me.