Refusing to let go

I'm holding on to the past, refusing to let go.

Wish time could just come to a stand still.

But ever so painfully, the truth is surreal.

I know halting time will never come true.

Now I know, I have to let go, to accept the truth.

And come to my senses true.

Procrastinating, my forte I know.

Will ruin my chances for real.

I have to, change this negative view.

And come to my senses true.