Painting the past..

I was walking while the things behind me faded away... having only the future in sight and the present day. I looked back then, found nothing! neither a leaf curling up the ground, nor a fallen ring. I wondered then, what is what and how and why? that moment i felt neither low nor high... then came a wind that stroke me from the dark lights... taught me unless you show your back, you can't reach heights! If you don't have a past, up your brushes fast! start painting your past, with all the bright shades that would last! And then, you'd have a sunset in the past to look back, and a sunrise up your way, with nothing to lack!