Progression

Just a small poem on life. Thoughts?

I sail on a ship, one long sunk.

I walk through a forest, cut down ages past.

I bathe at a lake, a dried husk. 

I dwell in a home that has fallen long ago.

Looking behind me, I see the ruins of an old house, reclaimed by the trees.

Looking behind me, I see a dried riverbed, a desert full of life.

Looking behind me, I see a stump, in a grand city park.

Looking behind me, I see a dock, filled with the voyagers of the world.

Turning behind me, I see a door that I have long since passed.

The End

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