Where Has It Gone?

Where has it gone since I wrote last? My visions of days of futures past, Of where my life would one day lead, When from the chains I forge am freed, Where has it gone since I last played? The inspiration for which I prayed, To touch a soul with a single note, Or warm from a moment’s spark of hope, Where has it gone since I last sang? That soft melody those bells once rang, Unhindered and thoughtless I would dance, Just for a taste of that moment’s chance, Where has it gone since the last time I ran? As the waves of the Atlantic skipped across sand, While the sun and the breakers waltzed at the dawn, I laughed as I ran remembering where I have gone.