Up ahead the winding trail..

Days,months,years pass by  

Each second each minute ,a flash, 

Falling In this river of time,a splash 

buried forever,almost awash..

Moving along the riverbank,

Startled by the pull, of the moments dank,

So strong, underneath I sank,

Before my eyes, the world shrank..

Drifting with the current, 

time seems to slip

River bends and here I flip

trying to find a hold or a grip..

I tumble once again on the gravel, 

stunned by the consistency of the locale,

after the inconsistent travel.

Going again, Up ahead the winding trail..