"Looking Back"
I trudge a path that’s paved with many thorns
One that I have from the very day that I was born
I quiver at this junction pondering which way that I should go
One way is an extension of the path I’ve always known
Another leads to greener meadows, yet I can’t stop looking back
To a past that I’m afraid to leave behind even though it’s been so dark and black
I’m too scared to take the high road, for falling short is what I always seem to do
But so tempting is the fruit that adorns the road anew
Yet so familiar have I been with the thorns that cut my feet
So I fear the failure upon the higher ground that I may meet
Although to end my journey here would be so bitter-sweet
I know that stopping is no more an option than it is to just retreat
In spite of not knowing which path I wish to take
To stand here looking backwards fortifies all of my past mistakes
So one foot in front of the other onward will I make
To a road that winds around to a freedom that I have longed to taste
For it’s taken far too long for me to see
That standing looking backwards hasn’t worked out so well for me...
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