The Glass of Time

Looking back through the glass of time
I see the stairs I needed to climb,
Each step keeping a memory
Ringing in my head like a melody.

Where it all began? How I got here?
Why are these memories so dear?
Many questions fill this tunnel,
Each a piece of life’s jigsaw puzzle.

As a child life was carefree and sweet
Laughs filled every corner of the street
Games and fun were our only concerns,
A colorful time that never returns.

I thought life was too perfect,
That joy is the only effect,
Didn’t know what’s black and white
To me all was colored and bright.

Growing up I came to realize
Bad things always wear a disguise
With their perfidy mask they creep up,
Making me drink from naivety’s cup.

Memories helped me learn from mistakes
And know when to pull my own brakes
So I can stop going the wrong way
On a road that only leads me astray.

Now I solve the puzzle piece by piece
To form the picture and make peace
With my mind and my inner spirit
That all I’ve done is my own merit.

When your life feels faint like a wraith
And need something to bring you faith
Look at the path that you slowly climbed
As you look through the glass of time.

Teutorix Maxen
August 21, 2015