Incite

another glance over your shoulder

come warm your unhealed heart
or does it unteach this broken start?

(you're doing it) over and over

every jump might throw the hurdle

every attempt to climb;
can make you fall, or burn, even further

but over and over (you still try)

o yes

but will you ever learn
(or is it maybe we forget)

there just is no turning back

only these unwritten white-sheet roads
stretching out before us

as sure as kindle

oh yes

look around you

...

somewhere ahead