Hit me from behind

The events of the past stretch out ahead,
laid bare but just for me,
from my perch in this landscape of time,
the present becomes history

My life is marked by the trail that I blazed,
winding through the events of my past,
the ups and downs, the bumps and bruises,
from the first right up to the last

But they all got me here
And I just have to steer,
but what I can't see,
is what's behind me,
as I wait for it to appear

A New Word - Quizerdrix

Quizerdrix, n. - The moment between realization and the "fight or flight" reflex following the observation of something ridiculous in which one feels absolutely nothing at all.

In Context:

The octopus fell from the ceiling fan into the puddle of wet paint on the floor as Alan surveyed the scene. He experienced a fleeting moment of quizerdrix for what felt like an eternity before he resolved to crush his rising panic like winter ice over drained puddles on the sidewalk and plunge headlong into the pool. "Fuck the barracuda" he thought, "there's no stopping now..."