Every Year.

i look back with intentions
to relive every scene i had played
i look back to see if i
could find the mirage
that piqued my curiosity
but behind where i stand
lies regrets, torn pages,
burnt bridges, decisions
left to their helplessness
through all of these hurdles
i have made it this far
i may never become my father
and my father would never
have an idea of what i saw to
become me
there’s no looking back that
changes what lies ahead.

Victor Oyedele