I am thinking back, to a time when I was small

A time of less restrictions, no artistic walls

Resourceful playful vision, creating story lines

A child writing busy scripts, in my busy mind.

Future building blocks, for creative paths ahead

Nights of playful dreams, as I passed the time in bed

Absorbing life around me, with filters of my choice

blending my emotions, gave birth to my own voice.

Now and then in later years, I often do look back.

Why I am this person, was my train of thought on track?

The many forks, countless lanes, the choices I have taken

I am thinking back, to these thoughts I have awakened.