Travelling through time

So the umbilical cord was cut

And the crying began

A cry that brought joy

For an event which ensued though with pain

The weeping stopped and the calmness was regained.

Followed by

A Glimmering light covering the room

A light embodying hope, love and dreams

It seemed that the duties were done

And a part had surely been

Though the rest would be lifelong.

From cooing to crackling,

Everyone will grow up

With two choices upfront:

Letting things happen written in your fate

Or grasping fate by the throat

And venturing on a trail of adventure

A trail of your own making.

Sooner or later you'll turn to the latter

To fulfil the desires,

Desires which you envisaged in your youth

Difficult and daunting, those will be to achieve

Whatever you do don't quit on the path

Comfort and Relaxation will do you no good

Until you reach the ultimatum of your journey

Where all you'll do is relax and rest until you RIP...