Dwelling

You can't help but dwell in the past
Like a child we once were lost in our imagination
With the curiosity of pedalling backwards
the continuous wheels keeping us forward
Looking ahead but never trained to live oppositely
That, we learn on our own
How to weep,  how to live, how to be,  how to love, how to hate, how to envy
This life is a clever wheel that reiterates
Affection, pain, and somber
Only falling apart slowly after
Losing it's parts and rusting from the rain
That gathered from the tears shed
Yet invited so much into it to be admired
Such a beautiful rustic sight