I finally threw away everything holding me to my past.
Such relief to be rid of all this baggage covered in dust.
I've no time for the way I was, no room for all that clutter.
Time to move forward, concentrate on things that matter.

With half my life in the bin, I've space in my room instead
I feel the burden lift, and the joy of fresh air in my head.
I don't have to prove I can still do the things I knew how.
The past is my history, but my living self is here and now.

I'm more than just the sum of my past,
What matters is my choice of path.
The things I've done can't hold me back,
I fancy a while off the beaten track.

I'm no longer young, but it's way too early to be old.
The path is always twisting, many adventures to unfold.
It's the people that matter most, not the key fobs or the pen.
The "who with" and the "why", not the "how much" or the "when".

So there's just one box of momentous things and oddities.
Like the book of photos, will always hold such memories.
But the rest has gone, and with it my caring for things past.
All those things I'd started, well they're finished now at last.

I'm more than just the sum of my past,
What matters is my choice of path.
The things I've done can't hold me back,
I fancy a while off the beaten track.