The Weight of Time

When I close my eyes,
I find myself traveling
through the corridors of memory,

My feet treading on the sands of yesteryears,
Each grain an echo of moments gone by,
A symphony of laughter and tears,

I wander through the winding lanes of childhood,
Where innocence danced in the golden sun,
Skipping along beside dreams yet untold,

The taste of melted chocolate lingers
On the tip of my tongue,
And I am reminded of carefree afternoons,

In the blink of an eye,
I am transported to the realm of adolescence,
Fueled by passion and reckless curiosity,

I trace my fingers over the pages of old diaries,
Every word etched with the fervor of first love,
Each line reminding me of the thrill of discovery,

And then, like an actor on an empty stage,
I step into the vibrant chaos of youth,
A time of rebellion and tender vulnerability,

The echoes of laughter and melodies of friendship,
Bounce off the walls of my mind,
As I twirl amidst the dance of liberation,

But time, ruthless and relentless,
Carries me forward into adulthood,
Where responsibilities weigh heavy on weary shoulders,

The days blur and blend into a palette of obligations,
And my eyes lose their sparkle,
Like the stars veiled by city lights,

Yet, within the depths of my soul,
A flame still flickers, an ember of hope,
That whispers of possibilities yet to come,

For time, though it may paint lines upon my skin,
Cannot erase the dreams that dwell within,
Or the potential awaiting its turn,

So, I carry on,
Bearing witness to the weight of time,
As it weaves its narrative through the tapestry of my life.