A way forward

We can't help who we are born two. 

Those two people will have flaws. 

In your eyes life is different. 
In your mind you see things your way. 

Forward is an illusion until it appears in front of you. 

The choices are a plenty, or a painful few, depending on how much pressure you put your self through. 

We can't help what we look like or who we find attractive.

People move there bodies forward all the time, but put miscalculated importance into stress. 

People move forward in time as age makes mile stones. 

Forward is not a choice it's a necessity, back has no food for good thoughts left, there called happy memories. 

A way, there's a way and only need to be truly you to get the map. 
If you hang on to long, life will pass you by. 

If you don't hold on enough others lives will pass you over or head the other way. 

Forward a frame with what in it.? 
A mental picture you want to create. 
A mirror of who you think you are.
And who belongs in that frame with you.? 

What rubbish will you throw at you. To stop that happening that pretty as picture. 

Forward self says reassuringly nothing. 

What here say should you listen to. 

We can't help unless you are talking to yourself, like who you are, forward can seem like a  blind spot. 

Sunrise will be there every morning, if humans are lucky it will be a new day. 

Can you see me... the frame of mind where you are not in the background. 

We can't help who we are born too. 
We can choose the memories of us,  those other people have.