Life's constant sway

Life's constant sway

Moving forward, not backward.

Moving forward and never backward.

Focus.

Forward and backward, forward and backward, forward and backward.

Why do we run from the past?

The past, the present, the past, the present, the past, the present.

Should our past be in our future (present self)

Why, when we move forward, are we still stuck in backward?

One foot we step into the present

But with one foot firmly planted behind

Past. Present.

Should we embrace what has gone—

give it time and space?

Embrace with clarity

Give it the space (or air ) it was meant to breathe

Is life always going to be about moving fast forward

and trying to forget what’s behind you—the past?

What’s backward, backward?

Should you ever look backward?

Giving us time to reflect.

We hold our breath. We take the step.

The backward still with its pull.

Backward and forward, forward and backward.

Constantly swaying in life.

New memories mingle with old,

dipping in and out of the past

with positivity and tears.

Life sway.

Our stories and memories change—

we add, we subtract, we impact.

Life constant sway.

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