Looking through the rear-view
eyes are stinging as tears fall down
so many memories
so many broken dreams
so many special moments you can't get back
looking through the rear-view
wishing someone told you
how badly life could screw you
especially if you're young and stupid
they talked and you should have listened
to your mother, to you father, to your brother, or your sister
advice from your grandma, lectures from your grandpa
you tuned it out to proud to let it in your head
if you made better choices
things would have never turned out like this
You can't turn back
you can't slow down
stop looking back and turn around
your future's in front of you
your past behind you
no where to go but forward now
if you did things different
put in more effort
you would know where your going
why the hell didn't you bring a map
now your on an road no clue where to
no one left in the car to talk to
all alone
you can only blame yourself
no one told you where to go now
to scared to slow down
so instead your driving down the road hauling ass
do you just drive till you run out of gas
or do you pull on over
do you turn right or take a hard left
does it matter either way
if only you could turn back
go back home
lay your head down and sleep till noon
maybe then you wouldn't feel so alone
You can't turn back
you can't slow down
stop looking back and turn around
your future's in front of you
your past behind you
no where to go but forward now
Taillights shinning red
the sun getting low as it goes to bed
looking through the rear-view
all the things you thought you knew
all the things you thought you could do
without anybody or any help
so many things you wish you said
to the people who loved you
the people who tried to give you a helping hand
but you were hardheaded and young to understand
so many things you wish you did
advice you should have took
other routes you should have went
couldn't get it through your thick head
had to learn the hard way
there is always a toll to pay
admit your wrong and try again
looking through the rear-view
goodbye to the old you
that version of you is dead
You can't turn back
you can't slow down
stop looking back and turn around
your future's in front of you
your past behind you
no where to go but forward now
All the places that you went
all the things you should have said
missed opportunities
thrown away chances
drinking champagne from lemonade glasses
you made mistakes
you took wrong turns
but inside your soul the fire still burns
so stop looking back
turn around
take your lessons hard learned
and keep moving forward
don't turn back
the windshield is bigger that's a fact
You can't turn back
you can't slow down
stop looking back and turn around
your future's in front of you
your past behind you
no where to go but forward now
Stop looking in the rear-view
your future's in-front of you
you can't change what's already past
so roll the windows down
turn on the radio
put a little more weight on the gas
your future is in front of you
your past is behind you
but if you keep looking back
you'll miss the scenery before you
trying to not loose sight of what's in the back
How the Harvest Mouse Came to Suisun Bay
A long, long time ago there was a family of harvest mice. Mice are common, but these were unique – born to those who had lived in the salty, marshy bay for many generations, these mice ate and drank from the sea as well as the land and rivers. For generations, there were only the southern families, scattered along the marshes of Corte Madera and in the San Francisco Bay (U.S. Fish & Wildlife, 2013). One family, however, would undergo strife and conflict before reaching a whole new world. What became of them after is another tale entirely – but this is how their story begins.
By Taylor Inman7 days ago in Fiction
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