Step Out

Move on,
gotta step out.
Time to leave the past
in the past,
where it belongs.
Like the plant that moves on,
after the flowers die away
once they’ve finished blooming,
Gotta move on,
step out.
Take the chance,
to grow to new heights.
Stepping out,
moving on.
Not forgetting,
all that has gone before,
but thinking, instead,
of all that has yet to come.
Lying in the future,
golden chariot awaits.
Time to move on,
step out,
into the golden light
of the rising sun.