Pry It from My Passionate Fingers

knuckles white im clutching tight though im moving on. i never saw a future without what im holding onto so it must be coming with me. but im finding its a struggle to make my past and present exist together. and so im standing still. waiting for something to budge while my future waits for me to let go and give up. im standing still, stuck, not ready to let go but without choice to not move on. its time to uncurl my fingers from around the heart of the old and embrace the freshness of the new. id love to take it all with me but theres no room. i tried to make it work but to no avail and now its time to surrender, to shift my passions toward the future ive already spent too much time delaying. i cant still time so i need to quit trying. letting go of the old. its time.