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.