What do we hold?
          Do we hold it for joy?
     Do we hold it for pain?
If for neither,
       Why do we hold it?

Think now more than ever
          We must let it go
     Surrender it to the past
Free it to who we were
       Not who we are

Is this not simple?
          To let go for joy?
     To be free at pain?
If for both,
       It ought be sample?

Yet perhaps not
          Maybe we are too far gone
     To pull ourselves from pain
To embrace,
       Life’s simple joy.