For fear of what might be

Time at this point is crystal clear to me
It's a line of definition that somehow grounds me
But just as a crystal with its clarity pleases my eyes
Time is a parent cleverly disguised
Young and new to time games
My heart open was vulnerable to all entertained
Naive and impressionable
Life threw the unmentionable
Dice on the table forgetful
That this wasn't my first time
Nevertheless I'll not live nor love less
Than the crystal crucible allowed on my first pass 
If it's true that this has been done before
What have I learned that ends the cycle?
Time at this point is less clear to me
For fear of what I've been and I might be
For fear of what I've been and I might be