The Road Ahead

First the rearview mirror showed my past. It triedto call me back. I turned my head to see the road ahead. It curled and lured my point of view. Start over, review. Then the rearview mirror blurred my present. It tried to make a point.

I turned my head
to see the road ahead.
It bends down to a
humble point
of view.
Start over, review.

At last
the rear view mirror
cracked
my past.
It allows
me to look
back.

I turned my head
to see the road ahead.
It waits and calls a
new point
of view.
Start over, reborn.