Russell G. Robison

THE VIEW

I look back and I realize,
That I don’t like the view
A bull inside a china shop
Just doing what I do

My willful stubborn ways
Have often led me to the brink
I look back and I wonder
At the times I didn’t think

Too many bad decisions,
And some bridges badly burned
Those rocks inside the pack whose weight
You know that you have earned

I’m told that looking back
Is not the wisest thing to do
So I try to never linger
Because I still don’t like the view