I’m trying to break all bad habits at once.
I prob’ly need to take it sorta slow.
It’s just that I cannot wait to confront
The version of me that I used to know.

The guy who got me in this mess himself—
A person who right now does not exist—
It’s sort of silly to place blame yourself
On someone whom you’ve met but will not miss.

It looks like I’ve a quatrain to explain
To my own satisfaction what I mean.
It’s just echoes of mem’ries that remain.
The past is simply not an actu’l thing.

So, celebrate the now! Forget the past!
It seems like such an element’ry task.