Once Be

So much... I no longer need to do All that was meant means no more When did I change... if I knew Where was once a time I have lived for? And I began to ask Questions against my elusive past Have I indecisively change too fast? Or do minds with growth never last? Never again to be me as before To only have been to begin it all The only thing, the only me harder to ignore When did I, what did I live for? Slower and faster to have lived Outlasting my countless yesterdays to live anew To begin again to once again believe Has it been too long or is life more and more unreal? Now I am with just a past to let go Where was the past to have once lived for? Funny how it doesn't feel as heavy to hold? Does it mean all that was meant means no more?