No One Ever Really Truly Knows

Remembering memories, of yesterday, of childhood wishes, and dreams. Seen clear as water, flowing along side, our path, traveling in small continuous streams. Wondering what we wanted, for ourselves, long ago, will ever come, to pass; where the path, and stream, will meet. Bringing forth, a hope, and rejuvenation, for one, to replenish, and get off, ones seat. In not letting, ones age interfere, holding on, as the journey, further goes. Because the chance, for one, to make true, no one ever, really truly knows.