The Harness of Time

My days used to flow like a river,

Freely in unhindered currents…

Time created log jams, then a dam,

Movements now, face many deterrents.

My days used to be enlightened,

Peppered with fantastic dreams…

Now the cocoon I am trapped in,

Is laced with eternal locked seams.

My days forever promised me,

I would one day find real fame…

Now my just contented self,

Signs papers to go up in flame.

I was always the best friend,

Armed with the latest joke…

Who is prepared with no regrets,

To ascend in a huge puff of smoke.

My days were always magic,

A winner and victim of desire…

Every piece of written wisdom,

Warned life is a trial by fire.