To regret, and rust for the lost?

Need I bemoan the bygone

Or look behind those cobwebs of time

Trapped are those thoughts

Just like a fly caught in those webs

Lost and wandered,

In the rusty trails of its past

that,

which did not take to the wings of time, before

would it never look to the skies or soar?

I did tarry once,  far behind the tracks

Those sands of time, rose like the towering fortress

But I could not imprison myself there

I would not let the spider of my past 

Spin around me,  or those silken threads to drape a coffin

for someday, I will sculpt the castle of my dreams

I surmise; that till my spirit lasts,

  I will ride time on my sails

looking to the skies, the horizon,  the sun,

one day I will blaze those trails!