Craftily it proclaims,
“OBJECTS IN THE MIRROR MAY BE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR”
(it’s a blatant lie!)
Preying on your fears of your past chasing you
Magnifying, establishing its place in your life.
The rearview mirror
Seduces you with the backward glances,
The pleasure-pain narcotic;
Leaves you wallowing in self-pity
Sucks you deeper in to the whirlpool,
Of a past-centric life.
Takes your eyes away
The vistas unfolding
Wrests control of your life and
Gives the future to your past.
In the ultimate analysis
You are unable to
And carry forever the baggage of your past.
You become a rearview mirror