I'm leaving my past behind. Learning from my mistakes at every step.
Now, the bad fades, and all of the good remains. The bad times are just lessons I must learn from.
There aren't decades behind my back, not even years, there are only moments.
I hope one day when I look back with wrinkled eyes, only the good moments I will remember.

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Those things coming out of his back, are his memories, moments.
If you pay attention to his hair, you can see it fade to white. Because he is running through the valley of time.