We read and write each day, for good or ill, long or short...
Then tear the page out, crumple it up, and cast it to the wind.
This is why we can't ever go back... not on purpose anyways.
What is behind you... is blowing in the wind.
Perhaps, chance will have it that a page blows across your steps,
and you see an old best friend, wave and say hi.
But that page is crumpled... perhaps even torn.
You are better off trying to write a new one,
than smooth out something you caught blowing past.
You can't catch the wind, or bend it to your will.
Try to hard, and you're likely to end up blown off course yourself.
Let it go, and learn from today while there's still time.