Leave Regret At The Door Poem by Isak Boyd

and live the way you dream,
Without rules.
Without time.
In Places you didn't know existed,
With love under your eyelids
And fear left to the morning.

Live the way your grandmother's grandmother's grandmother did
Simply.
fully.
With a lion's mane for hair
Peeling away scars with her bare knuckles
Like the world could explode tomorrow.
But it wouldn't matter if it did,

Because you wouldn''t know.
Because here or anywhere,
The music will eventually drown out the voices in your head
Those vicious thoughts deceased in the fire
And all that's left is the way you chose to walk down Broadway,
The way you felt the concrete under each foot, with each step
And breathed in each breathe.
The way, you, chose to dream.