Time

 Time

How differently we feel it at various stages.

It feels limitless when young.

Like potential, fired by adrenaline.

Somehow the world feels small

So small, you dream of conquering it.

As responsibilities catch up,

Societal goals weigh on our conscious.

The horizons seem narrower

The old everyday excitement has slowly died.

Time is chipped away by the little things,

Meals, laundry, housekeeping, 

Call ins, general upkeep of appearances.

In the midst of it all, suddenly you remember your passion.

Slowly glowing in the background.

Come, kindle this fire once more, it pleads.

Promising to bring back the old glow.

Newly introduced, awkwardly familiar.

You must forgive yourself for not being the same as before.

Such have you change as life went by,

Your approaches are different,

The lenses, not the same.

Time is now a many headed thing.