Time Trap Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Anticipation in an active mind:
binds unstretched potential, spirit free
seeks space to taste then test eternity,
leaving wasted years far, far behind.
Intense sensed need seeds speed. Choice voice must find
before too late an opportunity
tuned to new horizons’ patterned key.
Before too late... life's its own double bind
for night light follow as Time’s skeins unwind,
trace, space are swallowed, face forgotten. We,
ahead today, tomorrow sped, can’t flee
Nature’s mortal paradox designed.
Whether open, closed, man's intellect
self justifies through merge-urge to project.