What is life but a glimpse in the rear view mirror?
Everything seeming closer than it appears
Grabbing out, reaching, touching
Something no longer there
Shorelines fade away, footprints etched
Walking, stomping, over hearts, minds
With
Should have
Could have
Would have
But if our eyes level with the reflection we should be seeing
Everything fades to emptiness
Blank barren road stretching before us
Waiting to be driven
And the gears get stuck
Our own feet falter
The road looms on and on
The only untraveled path in the map of our mind before us
So we reverse
Away from the unseen, unknown, untraveled
Leaving to the imagination what we perceive to be impossible
And chase the one stuck in the rear view mirror.
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