A Poem

Apologies for brevity
This ticking clock it follows me
Look I at it with enmity
I haven't time at all

And here I stand atop this threshold
The path before me starts to unfold
its secrets and its stories untold
And then I start to fall

I sit here now with untrained mind
And start to think my brain is blind
What dangers am I sure to find
The road begins to call

Think I it ends 'neath reed and willow
In yonder creek bed with no pillow
And there it stops and never will go
It's there it hits a wall

And as I think of it a peace
Of unknown origin increase
My beating heart it's worries cease
I do not feel so small