The Lost Child
When thinking back to younger years,
I often wonder how,
I came to this, my place in life,
The place that I call "now".
So many dreams left unfulfilled
From sweet and tempered youth,
So many fantasies I thought
Would find their way to truth.
But days are getting longer now,
And memories start to fade ...
Is this my destiny unfolding?
All there is to say?
How can it be, I want for more;
Do I not "have it all"?
If measured on an "adult scale",
I've done myself quite well.
But oh ... the dreams of yester-year
Still play out in my thoughts;
Can not I strive to have them too,
Or is this all for naught?
The paths in life have chosen "me",
Did I not have a say?
If I had taken different turns,
What would I feel today?
Would I be any wiser or,
Would I be here again?
Pouring out my life's desires
From this, my languid pen?
No, age has taught me many things,
I've chosen this, my life ...
And if I long for more, I must
Remove this pain and strife.
Get back to who I "want" to be;
The one I'd like to know ...
The little child with endless dreams,
Perhaps she'll surface ... So ...
I'll search for her tomorrow then,
"If I can find the time";
And maybe ... yes, just maybe,
She'll come back to me, I'll find.