Nostalgia About the Past & Doubts on the Future

Fog,
like the days riding the train,
breath misting the windows,
the fall when you are comfortable with a
sweater and jeans.
It swirls around a little in your stomach, a hint of nausea.

Breathing out,
when you feel
like you screwed up
and there's no going back,
slowly.
It empties you of all good feeling.

Eating just a bit,
it sits in your stomach,
maybe not the healthiest.
You can't breathe in fully.
A bitter aftertaste.

The pain,
of remembering good days and realizing
that they aren't around,
that they left through the window,
a while ago.

What can you do,
there isn't any other option.
You gave it up.
There are sacrifices,
but you feel like the old days weren't a part of it.
To live where you are,
you can't go back.
No second chances,
no doubts.
One way, a shot to fame.
Leaving your life behind.

There isn't anything you'd trade for it.
but did you really bargain,
for this?