Time, such a mysterious component of  life, 

yet a necessary and unstoppable force that,

we must live with, growing older and with distant memories.

 

The past, a mere memory,

of things long since passed.

I was a child, living out my life peacefully. 

No worries, hanging out with my best friend,

playing games after school, 

without a care in the world. 

 

Then came middle school, remaining relatively the same, 

although with more responsibility,

and myself becoming more of a recluse. 

Pretty soon, I have become almost fully shut-in,

spending days inside, in my room, 

remembering the times long ago, 

of carefree days of fun.

 

The present, the period we live in,

our actions being carried out as we speak. 

A senior in high school, preparing for college,

now preoccupied with schoolwork and an occupation,

all to ready for life by myself.

 

Several hours and days go by, 

as I look and worry, 

about scholarships and college websites.

What does this college offer? What does this mean? Will I get this scholarship?

All questions to be raised on a daily basis. 

 

This past year, shaping the present day,

of starting a job and dealing with more responsibilities,

and starting my journey into college.

Those events, that have caused me to become who I am, 

and leading me to the rest of life's journey. 

Learning to manage work and school, 

I stress but look forward to, 

what is in store down the road. 

 

The future, the most important period of life,

what will happen, with our present actions and past events determining it.

As I grow older, so does the world around me, 

having to deal with adult responsibilities, 

no longer carefree or simple. 

 

College is but a close future, 

the high costs and many scholarship opportunities,

and choosing the right one, oh so many.

Other things, far in the future,

such as buying a car, a house, paying bills, getting married, 

all events that will become the present, 

as everything grows older and becomes to be. 

 

As I sit here, in the present, I look back,

on the days long before, 

back when I was young, without a care in the world,

no responsibilities and everything easy.

Then, ahead, to events that are to come, 

worrying about upcoming events and beyond, 

wondering what is to happen. 

 

Time, such a mysterious component of life, 

yet a necessary and unstoppable force that,

we must live with, growing older and with distant memories.

 

 

Such is the way with life.