i look back on the past the demons jeer from behind the glass but they cannot reach me now
i have moved far beyond what i ever thought i would
i remember when my legs were broken my fingers were cramped and swollen from crawling across hot pavements, the thorns of life i left behind.
i must look back to reclaim the glowing embers of memories but not the ashes
i don't much want asthma we are not stuck in the twentieth century anymore there are child labor laws now and i am not required to stoop down and scoop the **** from my past it is gone now fossilized
what is the lesson to be learned from Lot's wife? don't look back.