That have come before,
And relish the opportunity to step back,
And relive them once more,
And recoil from the memories of,
The steps that led you to where you are now,
Prefering, instead, to look ahead,
In the direction of the bow,
To where you might end up, not knowing how,
To direct yourself to your goal,
Because you have dismissed the moves that led you here,
Then, you have no soul,
Because it's alright,
To look to the future,
But without the substance of your past,
There is nothing to endure.
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