The Push...

There's a certain pain behind those eyes.
It serves only to hint at the sadness held in your heart.
Buried somewhere deep...
Amid discarded memories.

Still, there are easier ways to overcome impossibilities,
Such as the ones we lay before ourselves.

And yet...
Moving forward,
We are forced to leave behind,
The precious time it takes,
To reach the very destination,
We are continually pushing ourselves toward.

For we are always looking ahead.
Constantly pushing ourselves further.
Glancing back on occasion...

But never in the moment...
Have we lived the way we should.

The End

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