Looking back is an easier task and looking ahead, at
chapters already written in the book of Life, no need to predict the outcome,
the fate of hero or villain, and how the Love story pans out, the happiness
told only by the haze of what happened since, souls lost, the hopes dashed, the
unfulfilled promises the future will no longer provide, for like a bus ride
with only one destination, the best we can get from it are the sights along the
way, or looking back at where we've been, scared to look too far ahead, knowing
at some point further on the trip will conclude and there will be nothing left
to look at a head or back
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