Mystified

Time is strange in this life of mine.
I can't seem to understand his inscrutable ways.
Unassumingly he passes me by.
Evading my hold imperturbably
His character of questionable amiability.
Holding me like a child against his breast,
Then in a moment I am flung away,
Left flailing struggling to find a foothold.
But the times of lovingly stroking my hair.
Cause me to forget such instances of injustice.
Perhaps my rationality left me long ago.
but whenever I try to leave him,
He keeps pulling me back.
Though he I cannot grasp,
I am his interminable captive.