Mists of Time

Through the mist I see eyes
staring down at me
the eyes of a tiger stalking its prey
they are the eys of my past

In the light I see a wolf
blind in both eyes, he moves slowly
searching out his path
this wolf is my future

In the dark i hear a scream
a high pitched wail
a cry for help. I try to find the screamer
I realize the voice is my own

I cannot run from the tiger
I cannot give sight to the wolf
I cannot help the screamer
I cannot help myself
All I can do is go forward.