A strange thing how many people in this world have nothing in their eyes but “forward.”
Not even up or down,
But frontward. Onward.
Eyes glazed to all but the pull of a half-realized horizon.
Nothing is worth a sideways glance, a backwards turn, a moment’s notice.
There lies the fear of the wide world.
There lie strangers and krakens.
There lies Memory lounging.
Best to keep not-looking, best to keep the eyes forward.
Safely eliminate the periphery,
And the world ceases to stretch so far as to be uncomfortable.