No way of going back

It was my life in fast review, initially at double speed
until I learned which functions scrolled the images
on screen. I could pause, freeze frame advance,
endlessly replay and alter sound although the thing
would not allow fast forward beyond the here and now;
but I could live with that. For hours I was enthused,
then bored I pressed the little square thinking that
I’d watch another life that was attractive; at best I
had expected what ensues on changing channels.
I regret that even with the manual, when you press
the stop in life there is no way of going back.
© I.D. Carswell