Looking Over My Shoulder

I don't do it as much as I used to but, every now and then, I still find myself looking over my shoulder to see who or what might be following me.

It could be some cobweb from the past, maybe, that I didn't quite clear away completely and that's been on my back all along, trying its best to turn into a monkey that will one day ride me down and break me. Or someone from my past, a long time persona non grata who either doesn't know it or damn well knows it but who is determined to take me down one day, mostly out of spite. Or a true enemy — and I have made many — who wants to take me out of the game altogether. Sometimes I think it's just an ill wind, pretending to be the lucky wind at my back, hoping I will not know the difference.

I'm certainly glad I don't look over my shoulder all that much anymore. Looking ahead is a lot more fun. And you don't get that nasty crick in your neck from trying to see the world around you through hindsight.