We argue
Whether it is
The destination
Or the journey
That matters
But sometimes
We need only observe
The point of departure
As it recedes
Into the distance
We argue
Whether it is
The destination
Or the journey
That matters
But sometimes
We need only observe
The point of departure
As it recedes
Into the distance
I look back
In order to move forward
Bring the past
Into the present
Record the history
So I can release it
Carry the memory
Leave the emotional toil
Of glories and traumas
In the wake
No matter the time
The journey intends to take
Some things will I remember
Some will I forget
Which? I leave to discover
Upon this travel’s end
I stop and look back
Along the path I’ve travelled
Not to see where I’ve been
Not to linger on what I’ve done
Not to consider the path I’ve followed
I want to see
What fell out of my peripheral vision
What cannot be seen moving forward
I remind myself
Look forward
Or risk running aground
But looking deeply into the past
Offers no more clarity
Than looking forward