“As you start to walk on the way, the way appears” Rumi

I caught myself calling home a place I used to know Where no people, or material possessions await me now.

Tightly clinging to habits
Attempting to maintain the link with what I have once known.

Will I once look back on today as I now see yesterday?

Vivid images of what used to be Contrast with what is
As I wonder, what might be?

Amidst the uncertainty, only now exists Infinite possibilities ready for me to seize If only I release.