Lesson of Painting

The field at which I'm standing
Is vast and plain, indeed.
I see what happened and what's happening.
I can't but look at what I did

Back then, the past's behind:
It is observed from every point of the path
And there's no way I can ignore it-
It's right behind: uncovered life

I've walked, and forth is not-yet-one,
But felt, expected one lies there.
I can’t but look at what I've done-
It's seen from every point of where

I'm standing, standing still
And like the wind it beats my back
To make me look, to make me feel
That shouldn't I forget;

‘Do not forget what's yet uncovered
With ground that is cold and heavy.
It is to happen anyway, you shouldn't make it
Closer for to happen day by day,

Because it'll come, it'll come for sure
And no one will escape the Hole,
But you can walk through life and keep your look
At everything that lies behind, for

Not to forget, for not to loose
The way, the line you paint;
So many people got confused
And painted the round of pain,

But don't you do the same mistake;
Keep look at what back there
And lead your own line of fate.
Remember, it's a line and not instead’.