Wistful memories
Flood thoughts of today
Like single driftwood
Braving vicious seas
Overwhelming it fills
This crescendo of grind
Helped only by thoughts
Perfect thoughts
Of times of play
Like flickering dreams
Their spirit of hope
Lost in the game
That we play each day
How impossible the dream
Cautiously it creeps
Encroaching this moment
The paper before me
Sounds in my ears
Lost.
Found.
Hopeful.
Deep breath
Time to go play.
