Third Star From the Right

 

There comes a point
in this trip that seems endless
deep into
the indifferent horizon
that you have to surrender
and turn over the keys
to the power of motion
that will eventually
pierce the inertia
determined to hinder us
from our current destination

If we do survive
and somehow manage to arrive
don't you dare look back
deep into the abyss
of pointless over analysis

No need for useless remembrance

All that post trip bullshit
that sticks to our shoes
and leaves behind
the clinging accumulation
retrospective residue
which only serves to slow us down
like a persistent inhibiting demon
as we set out to embark
on our final life journey