Warning! Objects in mirror may appear closer than they are
We live life always looking in the rear-view mirror.
The road ahead offers its surprises
Its own dangerous promises.
But we worry that the past will follow us there.
We fear to lose sight of it lest it catch us unawares.
So we steal a glance in the mirror
At night, when no one will notice.
In inarticulate nightmares.
Just a peak to see if it’s still behind us
and not before us…
A shadow over present laughter
A stain on tomorrow’s promised joy)
Just a glance to make sure.
And of course, it’s there.
Not where we left it, but running behind
The past doesn’t tire,
Not when our own fear fuels it.
And there it is…
The view in the rear-view mirror
And yes, always appearing closer than it is
Because we never really left it.