Burden of regrets, scars of the past, become too heavy to carry,
beset by winds of uncertainties of future, peace drifts away.
I oscillate between these two spectrums, oblivious of today.
A helpless pawn, I am lost in the labyrinth
trying to circumvent the rotating orb.
Life continues to teach me to play
the game of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I lose track of time, trying to understand its rules.
By the time I realise its simplicity,
greys and wrinkles paint me frail.
The game ends, without me enjoying it!
Britta asked us to write a poem on the theme of Time.