To innocent childhood swept away
Freedom is all it seeks
From the binds of the keep
Of the time and its gate
And the keeper in a spate
Keeping the travelers abate
Understanding life is a journey
Undertaken by the brave
Seized by a sensible crave
For the unusual and the grave
Before it is too late
And one comes of age
Age so old turns into a heavy burden
Too hefty to carry on one's shoulders
A backward clock becomes a fantasy
In a world filled with loads of agony
Wishful thinking becomes a felony
Redeemed by regrets and senility
A realization renewed manifests
That present is a precious gift
Of times not taken for granted
If only there was no tomorrow
One other day, God only knows
On this earth, cannot be guaranteed
Now a new resolution beckons
Into each and every second I dive
And for shinier tomorrow I strive
Yes, life will forever be a mystery
That must be lived forwards
Only to be understood backwards