The Road

It is like a moving sidewalk.
It moves us.
Whether by our own strength or not,
It moves us forward,
away from things we have known,
from joys,
from sorrows.
We are moved.
Pushed forward by time.
We are powerless to stop it.
Life moves us forward,
Our only recourse to set our eyes ahead and move with it.
But sometimes,
Every now and again,
I let myself look back
to feel those joys and sorrows once more.
I stretch my fingers to touch them,
just for a moment,
before time inexorably moves me further from them,
Pushing me down the road.
Forcing me ahead.