Time

It was one day, Time that is. Which marked the beginning of my years. On I grew, laughing merrily in my youth, Never pausing to check the hourglass, And the grains of sand did fall slowly but surely. I danced in the forest with the rhythm of life, Free spirited and ready to travel the footsteps of unknown paths, When a snake menacingly lay coiled before me. Halting I knew not what to do, For the youth seldom can they see, Which way one should go. Frozen, I stumbled left, then right But could not surpass a serpent as sinister As the devil himself, grinning triumphantly at my uncertainty. Time relentlessly chimed in the darkness. I no longer danced. Stuck in the past, I ceased the future.