Turnback

Turning back is as twice as horrible as moving forward. 

As important to keep a foreword,

Not even the watchdogs will give you a welcome bark

far much less the dust that settled at your back.

If forward is hostile, 

turning back will give you the worst ever 

reception in its regretful hostel

when there’s a disappointed-silhouette and 

compelled welcome laced with strokes of handshakes and bows, 

you wouldn’t want to try

When the one-step-forward-and-two-back, 

falsifies consoling words to create a transitory 

comfort but underneath snivels and cry

Pleiades at your back aren’t cheering,

prescient with their crystal balls gravely erring,

whilst the good-old-days hears of your return 

with constant swearing,

turning back, a suffocating-shaped regret awaits you 

impatiently and dangles its risibly in your face

a thick and loud cloud of “why” hang over your return

and seals you fate,

societal malady questions your sanity and 

you become the prime specimen of every failure

you’d wish your return is not synonymous 

with dereliction but that’d be too late

the world will not do you that favour

too mate!

turnback and to your own demise of hope of 

ever crossing the success ocean

turnback and kiss your patched-effort goodbye

as the sunburns dries your lotion 

return and depart with progress 

as your sweat rolls back and cloven,

when your nimbleness and wit are 

diurnally confused as identical

and appreciation of self-made stories become chemical 

because they are nothing epical, 

you tell your story and they begin to compare 

with another because their gaze is on the outcome

to them the means and end unwoven and funfare  

that’s what your return has become,

anyway, all ways and some ways laughing 

together in your head as confusion create ripple 

in your mind by day

hurray! give way! and always everything bashing

another in your ear profusely mutate and dribble 

“you are mine by every way”

why turnback? when you have no million to share

or never popular like Blair 

and yet opulence to you very not flair?