Old Becomes New

Hidden feelings now flourish within, can one ever go back to claim them again, into the past like a photograph in time, foolish in thought with no rythem or rhyme. Seems like yesterday as I walk in my past, some things forgotten, but some will always last. Regrets still linger, like a faint perfume, as memories come forth, in my silent room. Where will this take me, do I dare reveal, as things start changing, though I'm standing still. New becomes old, and old becomes new, all this a mystery, do you feel it to?