Ouroboros

A haphazard man,
    wearing only black and tan,
        was stopped by the sound of a voice
And regretted his step,
    when he felt he was kept,
        paralyzed with no sort of choice
For the voice was his own,
    from many years down the road,
        and it slowly delivered a warning
To live his life well,
    and embrace what he felt,
        and let fantastic ideas keep forming

    Because a life without risk, or joy, or heart
    Is a life left best uncoiled at the start

Reviews

[Leap]

I love the rhymes and the rhythm especially. Also, the title. Also, the word haphazard...also, nice with the indentations.