Life Itself. Poem by i write what i feel

Here it comes.
Racing down the road.
No stopping.
No pause.
I hate it.
Almost as deeply as I love it.
There’s those little things.
The things that push me forward.
Keep me moving.
And then there’s the things.
The ones that move me backward.
Keep me standing.
Standing still.
There’s the good.
And then there’s the bad.
Do you know what I’m talking about?
It’s a silly little thing that I like to call
Life.