Restitution

Restoring the lost me To replenish the exhausted zest. To learn to fall off a crest, Looking up again, with a heart in my chest. Reviving reliving the vivid memories ,when the feet were tiny, full of grace full of pace. Holding on to memories, nostalgia circling me, i began to walk , a tumultuous trip. Holding on to my hues, alas, I traversed through. Timidly trailing time, hoping to meet at cross roads, a rendezvous. Leading to a place, with destiny powering my craze i began to gaze but saw a place devoid of grace Everything perishing with pace Battling inconstancy was no easy maze. Remaining was me, amongst the debris Ceasing to restitute the lost me.