The old days have gone away
There is an echoe that mascerades as a stain
But I am so much consumed with the images before me
Alive and awake with this chapter of the story
Like pages of the beginning have just been ripped away
Athe paths that brought me here I can't seem to place
These days are so silent I hear the whispers of my sovereign lord
And I question how I never heard life through this frequency before
And I suppose that the world around me has just been so loud I got distracted
Focused on all the careful things, wondering next what would happen
Attentive solely to the fate of my concerns
Unable to see through the mountains to discern
It is as if the old things have truly passed away
It is as if the substance of the entire world has changed
I'm imagining a somber setting, perhaps high up in a mountain. There's fog all around, and our character (you, I assume) is delving into the past. They're not sure if everything that has happened was for the best, but it was progress. I almost feel as if any sort of progress was a good sign, be it bad or good.
All we can do is keep waiting, like our dear protagonist here.
So the tone of this is a bit different from your other writes, but not so much that it seems awkward. It really makes for a clear read, well worded if a bit more simplistic than some of your others. Ir really like the first three lines of the second strophe. I think we all get so distracted by the noise we don't hear the message intended for us. I'm happy you are coming to a place of peace in your life.