An Old Road

We're almost at the end of this road

And your musings might turn inwards

Those panic attacks will return because

You're taking a stroll down memory lane

What you did to others, what was done to you, what you deserve

I think about them frequently

Every single one of them that I let go prematurely

A coward I was when we stepped into this decade

And as we leave?

I coward I am, though not of the same grade

How to carry with me all I've learnt

When the next ten years will teach me even more

Heart racing from fear or excitement I don't know

Yet I walk up and down this old road

With my demons for company or was it my alter egos