The Timeline

My past and future when meeting together,

Twisting and twirling into my present,

Memories and predictions exploding throughout my mind,

Every second with a bind.

Deep down I realize the only one past,

But numerous futures,

Depending upon my preference,

So what happens to the rest?

Squinting my eyes in the light,

As I fight the battle,

Without moving an inch,

While the chains rattle.

The stakes ascend,

As my death approaches,

The elderly can only squall,

During which children stare at the wall.