Never Look Back!

Fortune may narrate, the rhymes of time,
Way back home, one has to go.
But the folds never ends,
On the go and onto the home.

Spikes may hurtle, as they are made to,
Trough may dry, as it has to.
But foots shall find a way,
Onto the force and onto the method.

As one may fall, as one has to,
The other may rise, as one ought to.
But the doors shall crush,
Onto the rotton, and onto spoiled.

Never look back, never on your part,
Your prestige, your style is your own!