When worthwhile thoughts become elusive,
To a less mature time, in thought, I gander.
Time then, to me, didn't appear conclusive,
So I permit my psyche there to meander.
In thought I re-live my youth once more,
For in real time, life grants no provision.
For traveling back in time to days of yore,
To tracks once etched with fine precision.
But soon thoughts drift from this game.
My visual perception now in the present day.
Find opportunities remain exactly the same,
As before worn thoughts scurried me away.