time is like a continous path
giving away, crumbling in wrath
let not your hate and anger fly
or the path will vanish into a new sky

time wears on and on
where you exist is where you belong
none can stop this path, everyday you walk
slowly another step, time is all you stalk

once you have become older
you notice your path becomes shorter
all those years of trailing on a betraying path
you look forward and begin to laugh

memories both bad and good
of what you did and what you could
come in a sudden rush
all the blocks in your way, you pushed

some of the trails leading off your own
are still open and to be shown
some doors have caved in as chance took away
but that is the price we all shall pay

neither i, nor you can walk forever
sometimes you wish, but time doesnt meassure
sometimes a path ends too soon, ending the trip
but time never stops for a slip

enjoy your trip, please abide
try not to faulter, or stop stride
if time decideds to end a line, a path
then surely, we all meet times wrath