Future Passed

I am a brown man winding through the alleys of Bombay I am a little girl slap,slap slapping through the wet beach sand I am an acorn I am Life! and as I live,I write my story not good,not bad,just the story of my life now I hear you galloping up behind me nostrils flaring chest heaving your great steed nudges my shoulder I write faster ahead I sense the tattered shreds of chronicles of yore black and crimson confetti blowing madly in the wind choking my open throat dying on the words they wrote for me, for you running now I twist to pass the time worn scroll behind to find the slot that fits it in your mind no postage save my hopes and all my dreams for new life that is bursting at the seams here take the pen with feathers of it's own it flys forever , with you or alone now lift me up and set me to the rear for you must tell Life's story now my dear.