Time Poem by Paris Thulare

I was told one day that you would fade before the eyes of me,
But I was younger.

I was told I would be old as the sun
And still wish to unfold all my deeds,
Instead I enjoyed counting stars, and busking in sun
Unaware you are as unforgiving as alghulas mermaid.
I was told you would be my enemy and still I will live to chase you the non-living.

As I stand to be corrected here.
My heart is heavy poundlesd, corrigated that it gets eaten by acid rain of regrets.
My palate is a dozer unsure if South is a river mouth or a river source.

I'm running the race of my life,
Losing tracks as a result of being a thief.
I went for crossroads instead of borders,
I chose shortcuts instead of tunnels
Yet I remain a fue before my enemies.

Isn't a way or by chance
When you wish to take a breath really,
So I too keep up your pace