Thoughts of many yesterdays,

Floating up, flying far away,

New motives and new ideas,

With still the same fears,

What a wonderful time i had,

To realize only now is sad,

So i begin to look around,

Nothing to compare have i found,

But now forging pathways,

Trying not to conform but stay,

True and always nowing myself,

Insightfulness has sat on the shelf,

For too long it seems to me,

I should take it down if i wish to be,