Goodnight

You don’t look back, or better yet maybe you do. 
You look back at your every move incased in a memory. 
But, you don’t think. 
You don’t blink. 
You’re too busy in the past you don’t see the stumbles your making now.
Pick up your feet.
Don’t make me repeat.
Your choices lead to an end. 
Before your next step always remember:
The bed I lay in I made, I can choose whether I’m made a fool of today. I can sleep in roses or sleep in thorns, I can have new bedding or some that is worn. Every night, I get my chance to look back, with that in mind, I will never want to feel that there’s something I lack. For in every night, do we ever really sleep tight.