i’m stuck in neutral
slipping into reverse
i see my life flash before me
i picture myself in a hearse
but theres only one set of footprints
that i can see clear
footprints in the sand in my
rearview mirror
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i don’t want to look back
but i cant turn around
i just want to go forward
but i cant see the ground
my foots on the clutch
as i try to shift gears
but if i cant look forward
than how can i steer
i don’t want to take the wrong path
and failure is what i fear
but i know destination nowhere
is whats in my
rearview mirror
pat oubridge
Very poignant J.
UniquelyMe0711
Thank you Deeply my dear friend … I write from the heart although most of my work is rhyme and reason it still gets my point across Thank you again ….... { J }