Chronos' Enigma : Echoes of Yesterday

I oft' muse upon the mysteries of time,
And how it doth so swiftly slip away.
For if a portal to the past were mine,
I'd journey back to days of youth and play,
And relive each memory, still so full
Of joy and energy, and friendship divine.

But alas, such technology doth not exist,
And I am left to ponder on the past.
My childhood days, now but a distant mist,
Fading fast into the shadows, cast
By the ever-forward march of time's own hand.
And all that I have learned, and all that's missed.

For though my thoughts do oft' long for those days,
I know that life doth go on, and new memories
Will be made, and new friendships will be kissed.
And though my heart doth ache with nostalgia's breeze,
I cannot help but wonder, what would be
If I could travel back, and change one thing?

And what of morality, if the past
Could be altered at will, by mere mortals such as I?
What of fate, and destiny's malleability?
These questions do oft' keep me up at night,
As I long for answers, and seek certainty.
But perhaps, it is not for us to know
The secrets of the universe, and time's flow.

Perhaps, it is best to simply let it go,
And live in the present, and make the most
Of every moment, and every opportunity.
For though my thoughts do oft' long for those days,
I know that life is meant to be lived fully.
And so, I take solace in the beauty
Of the world around me, and the wonders it holds.

For though I cannot travel back in time,
I can still find joy in the present, and in the future.
For though my thoughts do oft' long for those days,
I know that life is a journey, and not a destination to be reached.
And though I may not have a time machine,
I will make new memories, and friendships divine.

But still, my thoughts return to days of old,
To childhood laughter, and youthful dreams.
I long to feel the innocence of youth,
And to escape the weight of adulting's schemes.
But alas, I must accept the present state,
And make the most of now, before it's past.

For in the end, it is not the past
But the present, and the future, that truly matters.
And though my thoughts do oft' long for those days,
I know that life goes on, and new memories will be made.
Thus, I embrace the mystery of time,
And live in the present, making the most of every opportunity.

And so, I ponder on the mysteries of time,
As my thoughts do oft' long for those days,
And I seek answers to the questions that arise.
But ultimately, I know that life goes on,
And though I cannot change the past,
I can still make the most of every opportunity.

For though my thoughts do oft' long for those days,
I know that life is a journey, and not a destination to be reached.
And though I may not have a time machine,
I will make new memories, and friendships divine.
For in the end, it is not the past
But the present, and the future, that truly matters.