~ A mirror, I see ~

Oh young one, why do you try so hard,
To grasp at fleeting strains of ribbons
To seek so much of a fleeting moment,
Where you thought you knew.

Then you learn to walk and run,
Yet you still lean on to your past,
Finding comfort fingering fleeting ribbons,
Just enjoying your fleeting moments.

Then you fall and you know hurt,
Growing weary of that fleeting moment,
Wanting to hold on to that ribbon,
Learning to tie and secure.

Now the path is still dark and long,
Yet time has made the dark easy to bear,
One day you'll hold on firmly,
Someday, you'll understand.