You want to climb into the rear-view mirror.
The road seems clear, the view more fine
back there. All the boring ugly lies
forgotten in the press
To keep and memorize the truth
and beauty to compare. Besides,
you got through all of that. And so
in hindsight - can't have been
that bad. You just
wish sometimes you
could drive that way.
Your eyes
keep on distracting you
with what's ahead. With what
looks sad,
Or likely to get lost
or stall. Or dangerous
and screaming huge, now
bearing down upon it all
as you confuse the thing to do
with who to be - while obstacle
and opportunity converge,
merging to one lane, too soon
for you to thread yourself
into
by any taken pains,
or swerve.
Can't we climb up in and back
to that bright shine and slightly
cock-eyed frame? Wait, just
a tick
split-sec
It's crooked, isn't it?
Adjust, just so. Fond look,
look back. Ignore
The crash
there
there.
Remain
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