My Footprints in the Sand of Time

The world spins around me as the sand of time continuously drops.  How I missed those days when I could fool around or fall so hard and rise up again.  I miss laughing at my silly stunts or not caring about being idle as if there's each day was forever.
*credits to Arit Ghosh
Where has my youth gone?  I sacrificed my time, my love, my passion to the things I thought I could hold on forever.  Yet, right in front of me, they shattered in dust going back to their true form.

Should I wish to go back?  No.  What's past is past.  What's lost is lost.  What's gone is gone.  All I have to do is move on.  It may be too late but I'll never know.  As long as there lies a path ahead, no matter how rough, no matter how coarse, I'm moving on.  Life may be too short but there will always be endless opportunities for me to leave my footprints in the sand of time.

P.S. I hope you don't mind me talking in riddles for awhile.  My mind is in a state of confusion and struggling with options with the people I love, the things I want to do and where life leads me.