Tempest

Another year's almost gone by,
My shadow has moved around me countless times.
And a Whirlwind of events flew by my eyes,
Leaving only fleeting feelings freezing in place.
A mind really doesn't mature in choice,
but has crystals of past blocking its paths.
A wise outcome in its end,
made through glimpses of flaws at every end.
And the path forward is never a run.
It is a stumble through choices till there are none.
And it is not death that we learn to fear,
But our time to meet our creator that draws near