His body turned like a clock,
his mind warped by time,
and though the fault surely was his
he just kept passing it down the line,
blaming whomever had ever taken the time
to get intertwined in his interests
and then left him to bleed with a broken spine,
his pride was that of one which had never dared
look at himself out in the daylight,
outright it would be fair to state he'd played himself a fool,
consequently so fate it seems was proving him a tool,
ruled in by corners he didn't dare brave
and so he never gave himself the chance to move
onwards- but backwards he certainly went again and again,
reminiscing over the pain and the anger
he played the reel over and over and until when
he looked back across that
which had been so unthoughtfully spent
he couldn't recognize the spender in all his splendor
and so his life went;
through seasons everchanging,
though he remained the same,
like a seed planted neath a tree, hidden from the sun's love
his essence embedded in earth's shackles never knew
what it meant to grow free.