Delays

There may be delays

With so many ways 

Life can take its turns 

What’s over never returns 

Delays are imaginary 

Life’s an estuary

Mix with the changeless 

Who are the ageless 

Mind causes delays 

Wending around the maze

We lose our way when young 

That’s when traps are sprung 

Time does not delay 

Its promptness tries to relay 

Clues to a missing picture 

It isn’t in any structure