Shifting Time, an original poem

I try to hold Time,

but Time will not stay.

My fingers close tight, 

but not tight enough,

slipping to the ground. 

Around me lights flash,

scenes move,

voices speed,

but I stand still.

Unmovable,

as Time moves along.

Unchanging,

as everything modulates.

In this circle I stand,

watching everyone leave,

watching their growth,

their movements,

their change.

 

I try to hold Time,

but Time won't be held.

I hold it close,

yet it flits away.

I watch it fly,

wishing for flight,

yet bound I remain.

 

Time tries to bind,

but bound I won't be,

a statement of mind

and all that I see.

 

I will break free.

I will break free.

Present illusions will not entrap me.

 

I will break free.

I will break free.

Time is eternal and I'll find the key.

Sarah Stufflebeam

(Okay, this is a bit depressing, tried to leave it on an uplifting note.  I haven't written a poem in ages, but I'm trying to not be so caught up in perfection, as it paralyses me from action.  So I'm going to have fun with words, no matter if they're good or not.)