Ending of the Old Ways

The old ways have been murdered.
I live right now, in the moment,
whether it's worth it or not.

The old days have been buried,
but memories resurface.
Maybe I'm sane, and maybe I'm not.

Breathing has been hard,
but you have to grieve sometime.
Or so I've been told.

I won't let the past haunt me
and I won't let myself worry about
what the future holds.