When I was young, I was fire 

Burning, dancing, moving I was the verb

Taking action, being action

With time, my steps grew

Less certain, less bold

I questioned each move

Like a master chess player

While the world kept moving

I reacted and reacted

Soon time stretched thinner

No hours left for act

Becoming like a warrior

That could act only defensively

Each instinct now second guessed

Trapped in my hesitation 

© 2006 C.Nichols