The Path of Time

The dark calls my name
Fear creeps in
Panic takes over
Time ticks briskly
Sweat runs down my forehead
No turning back
There's no where run
I put down my gun

My destiny stares deep into my brown eyes
I hold its gaze
The future whispers slowly to me
Instructions still cloudy
Can't breathe with this fog
The path scary
I must keep going
Regret is worst than not knowing